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| Hello. Thank you for looking at my profile. I think I can not be easily defined. As many are here and in the vanilla world I am complicated. So if there is something you wish to know just ask. I may surprise you if given the chance. I am happy to chat with almost anyone so please feel free to message me.
I love to write erotica. Might do a story or stories in my journal.
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The Halloween Hooker Part 2
Daniel was very nervous about Halloween. He dressed up, per the terms of his bet, the best he could, and went down the street to see Amanda for makeup.
She made sure he shaved. And shaved everything. Legs, armpits, chest, and even his pubes as girls do. She first felt sorry for him, but soon found it amusing, especially seeing his tiny penis barely making a bulge through his panties.
Thomas was quite pleased. This totally dispelled any notion his wife Amada had interest in Daniel. The embarrassment in his wearing the hooker outfit, and Amanda seeing how tiny Daniel was made it great and perfect.
Amada actually had fun doing his makeup. She found making him look truly girly a challenge, but after a lot of effort, succeeded. Softened his features (he was already a little feminine physically), and then laid the makeup on thick to make him a "hooker", as his costume called for.
The neighborhood guys were shocked, but pleased. Their neighbor whom all their wives took a liking to, because of his sweetness, became a girl in his costume. They paraded him in front of them. Then time for the party.
All the guys knew what it was about, and were uncertain how far Thomas would go. Daniel was oblivious. They arrived, and Daniel found it strange. ALL the girls were dressed as hookers, with the men in suits. But Thomas was dressed as such too. Daniel expected a purple "pimp" hat or something, but Thomas was simply dressed formally.
Then Daniel noticed the girls going with the men into the bedrooms. The party took place in a huge house, almost a mansion, with many rooms. The girls seemed to not come out as various men went in and out of the rooms. Daniel felt very uncomfortable just standing around.
A man, seemingly a host, approached Thomas.
"SO glad you brought ... her!" the man said, clearly excited. "We will set you up with a room right away. Please come this way."
Thomas and Daniel followed him. Daniel didn't understand the exchange, but was glad to get out of the open. The man left them after showing them the room. Thomas gestured toward the bed for Daniel.
"Care to sit?" Thomas said.
"Thank you," Daniel said, sitting on the bed. The other men had long one, chasing after the girls at the party.
Not too long after, a man approached Thomas. A quick conversation was had. Thomas debated with himself for a moment, then thought, fuck it. He nodded as the man entered the room, approaching Daniel.
Daniel said hi, a little perplexed.
"Hi Danielle," The man said.
"Oh I guess it's Danielle in this outfit. I've never done this before.'
"Yeah that's what he said," the man said, gesturing toward Thomas. "So hot."
"Huh?" Daniel said. Then the man unzipped his pants, took out his good sized cock.
"What? Wait!" Daniel said, panicked.
"He said you were shy," the man said. "It's ok, I'll take charge."
The man grabbed the back of Daniel's head, pulling him close to his cock. Daniel resisted, but the man was too strong. Soon, his lips touched the man's cock.
"You better open up whore!" Daniel was scared, and opened his mouth, as the man stuck his cock in his mouth. He pushed Daniel's head further on it. No protesting now, just mumbling from Daniel with a man's cock in his mouth. The man DID take charge, pushing it in inch by inch, making Daniel effectively suck his cock. Thomas observed, then took his phone out discreetly, and took pictures and videos of Daniel giving his first blow job.
Daniel was freaking out, but helpless to stop it, as the man overpowered him, and couldn't even say no with a cock in his mouth. The man ended up face fucking him. When it was time to orgasm, the man held him tight, cumming in Daniels mouth hard. Daniel had to swallow his cum.The man finally released Daniels head and pulled out of his mouth.
"Damn, so nice,' The man said. He approached Thomas, reached in his pocket, and gave Thomas some money. Then again, a little bit more.
"Her tip," The man told Thomas. "I love how innocent she is."
Daniel was shocked. He just gave a blow job for money. Thomas, in effect, became his true pimp. He sat on the bed, unable to move. That was his mistake.
Soon word got out a sissy cocksucker was available. Seemed several men wanted just that. A line formed outside the door very fast, a lot of men wanting a blow job from Daniel, or Danielle, as Thomas called her.
End Part 2
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I will continue the Miss Courtney story soon. A new one for Halloween.
The Halloween Hooker Part 1
The other guys in the neighborhood didn't like Daniel. He didn't fit in. They were all into sports and drinking, and all married. Daniel was single, had no interest in sports. Worst of all, their wives liked him, thought he was "nice" and "sensitive". The guys tolerated him to placate their wives. He wasn't really any kind of threat most likely anyway. Short and petite, not manly like they were, and Daniel could be the guy their wives "talked" to.
Thomas became increasingly frustrated however. Daniel bonded with his wife Amanda more so than the other guys. Thomas still didn't really see him as a threat, he seriously doubted Amada would go for him at all, but it irritated him. Thomas wanted to be sure, and find a way to get revenge on Daniel for flirting so much. When he presented his idea to the other guys, they were all in, but no one was quite sure how far things would go.
Step one was the bet. A bet Daniel was sure to take, and sure to lose. All week, they talked about a football game, but one they had already seen, and recorded. They knew Daniel knew nothing about sports, so it was easy to trick him. Thomas stuck up for the "underdogs" all week long, and his four friends told him he was crazy. the day the game was supposed to be on, Thomas took Daniel aside. He told him about a Halloween party they go to every year, and he was going to dress up as a pimp, with his wife Amanda going as a hooker. She backed out, and he needed a "ho". He offered Daniel a bet - Thomas would take his beloved team, and if he won, Daniel would wear the costume. If Daniel won, he would get all the photos of Amanda from her hooker costume from last year. No such photos existed, but the bet was rigged anyway, Daniel couldn't win. Daniel acted like he had no interest, but he DID have a bit of a crush on Amada, and finally relented. The bet was on. Daniel thought he had it made. All the fake talk all week he thought his team would win. Thomas was even more angry now, his suspicions confirmed. Daniel wanted to see the photos of Amada. He would see to it Daniel would not have a good Halloween.
The already played game was watched, and of course Daniel lost. As a precursor to his Halloween humiliation, Daniel had to go try on his outfit. Thomas asked Amanda to help him look his best.
She felt a little bad for him for losing the bet, not knowing the details. The outfit was purchased, and Daniel was given a bit of privacy in the guest bedroom to try it on first. Thomas had gotten him everything. Bra, panties, fishnet stockings, heels, a wig, and a very slinky red dress. Daniel stripped, and put the girl things on. Thomas had to guess at sizes, and some things were tight, but it all fit. He just sat on the bed, too scared to go out for Amanda to see, but Thomas pounded on the door, forcing him to come out.
Thomas laughed hysterically.
"My ho!" He said.
"Oh baby," Amanda said to Thomas, trying not to laugh herself. "Let me try and fix him up. Come to the bathroom."
They went to the bathroom, and Amanda got her makeup out, to make him look more like a girl. He was very sullen, hating it.
"Oh," She told him. "It's just one night."
"I don't know why I have to wear the bra and panties," Daniel said, immediately regretting telling her that. "No one can see under the dress."
"Oh my," She said. "Aren't you all bunched up down there?" She looked at his legs first, saw his leg hairs even through the fishnet stockings. "Pull the dress up."
He was almost glad now, and a little turned on, this was almost getting intimate. the moment faded fast when she saw and remarked on what little he had to work with.
"Oh," She said laughing a little now. "You're good in the panties. Nothing sticks out. You WILL have to shave down there. Your legs too."
She told him a few other things, like shave under his arms, and paint his nails before coming to have his makeup done before the party tomorrow night, but her remark, "You're good in the panties, nothing sticks out" stuck in his head. They also made him walk home in the heels, told him to practice all through tomorrow.
Thomas loved Amanda seeing Daniel like that, but he wanted more. Amada didn't know, and of course Daniel didn't know, the party the guys went to every Halloween, wasn't a costume party at all, but a party where men went to fuck prostitutes. Thomas recalled one of the parties a few of the guests remarked wishing there was a few sissies hookers to fuck. This year, there might be at least one.
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The Ivy League Slave Part 4
Miss Courtney worked Jane harder every day. Jane was exhausted, and struggling to maintain her B average to keep her scholarship. Miss Courtney knew this, and actively made Jane do more and more for Her. If Jane's scholarship was lost, Jane would need a LOT of money, and Miss Courtney could make her a real slave.
Jane had slipped to a B- average, and got a letter from the scholarship board, warning her to bring it up. There simply wasn't enough time in the day to study properly, and do all the tasks Miss Courtney wanted done. A big test was coming up too in biology, the subject Jane struggled with the most. She needed a B+ on the test to keep her average. She needed more study time, and had to ask Miss Courtney for it. She would even beg Her if needed.
Miss Courtney paid a good deal of attention to all of this, and knew what Jane needed. A young man who had a big crush on Miss Courtney was also the TA in Jane's class. This would work out well.
Jane did her usual shaving of Miss Courtney's pussy. She knew Miss Courtney enjoyed the massaging down there quite a bit, so Jane gritted her teeth and paid special attention to Her, and massaging Her extra long. Jane needed to gain favor for extra study time.
The shaving and massage done, Jane was then told to begin massaging Miss Courtney's feet. Jane complied, massaging Her feet in silence for some time. When she felt Miss Courtney was relaxed, she finally spoke.
"May I ask You something Miss Courtney?"
"What is it girl?" Miss Courtney sighed at her. At least Her servant asked permission before speaking.
"I have a big test coming up, and if I do badly I'll lose my scholarship. I need just a little bit of extra study time tonight. Please Miss Courtney?"
"I do SO much for you girl," Miss Courtney said. "And yet you keep asking for more."
"Yes Miss Courtney, I know, and I'm grateful."
"Are you though? I see little respect from you sometimes girl."
"I'm sorry Miss Courtney. I DO respect You, SO much, I swear!"
"Oh? Well you're certainly in the perfect position to prove it now aren't you? Massaging my feet feels great, but it would also feel very good if you kissed them as well, and a way to show you respect Me."
Jane knew there was no arguing, no way out of this. She had to get the study time. She lightly pressed her lips to Miss Courtney's foot. Just once, and Miss Courtney didn't like her stopping.
"Keep at it girl," Miss Courtney told her. "Cover my whole foot, top and bottom. Also, your tongue would feel nice on my feet too."
Jane obeyed, kissing all over Her feet, and even French kissing them as ordered.
"Oh yes girl," Miss Courtney told her. "This will be part of my daily foot massages from now on."
Jane didn't like the sound of that, and was shocked at what she heard next. Miss Courtney loved Jane kissing on Her feet so much, She began touching Herself. Jane heard the moans. Jane was too scared to look up, just kissed more on Miss Courtney's feet. Her toes began to curl as She touched Herself more and more. Miss Courtney finally brought Herself to orgasm as Her servant kissed Her feet. She made Jane service Her feet for another hour, then finally let her go to study.
Jane was relieved, and went to work to ace her test. Miss Courtney smiled to Herself, because no matter how well Jane did, the young man who had a crush on Her would grade Jane's test a C if Miss Courtney told him to. Very soon Jane would need a LOT more help, and Miss Courtney would give it to her, but Jane would need to be a full on slave.
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The Ivy League Slave Part 3
Miss Courtney was working Jane harder and harder. Her studies fell behind, and she was worried sick about that, but there was one extra cost after another, and Miss Courtney was giving her money to cover most of it. That's why she took her next humiliation. Jane hated to do it, but she had to ask Miss Courtney for extra money for a new laptop. She tried working with just notebooks for a week, and was falling further behind. If she lost her B average, she would lose her scholarship. Miss Courtney said she would "consider" it, and felt it a good time to push her servant again.
Jane was doing her maid work, cleaning up the room, Miss Courtney was just staring at her.
"I haven't asked you yet if you did what I told you to do girl," Miss Courtney said.
"Miss Courtney?" Jane asked, worried. Did she miss something?
"I told you to clean up that bush of yours. Is it done?"
"Yes Miss Courtney," Jane replied. She hated modifying herself "down there" for Her, but it wasn't too bad, and she did like how it looked after she was shaved.
"Well, I need to see for myself, and inspect you."
Jane reluctantly pulled up the skirt of her French maid uniform, and pulled her panties down so Miss Courtney could "inspect" her. She hated that She used that word.
"Not bad girl," Miss Courtney said, looking close at Her servant's shaved pussy. "Looks a LOT better. I was due for a wax in a few days, but you did so well on yours, I'm just going to have you shave Me."
Miss Courtney started to take off the robe She was relaxing in off. She was serious.
"Don't just stand there stupid," Miss Courtney said. "Get a towel, razor, and some shaving cream and lotion."
Jane couldn't believe it. She went to the closet and got what she was told to get. She turned around, and Miss Courtney had removed Her panties now.
"Why are you being dumber than usual today?" Miss Courtney said, as Jane just stood there. "Lay the towel down on the bed for me."
Jane obeyed, and Miss Courtney laid on the bed, opening Her legs. She saw Jane's hesitation.
"If every time I tell you to do something new, in the interest of serving Me, and you resist, this will NOT work girl. Begin shaving, and you get a check right now for the laptop. Don't, and I take ALL the money away."
Jane kneeled at the side of the bed, and squirted out some shaving cream into her hands. She then gently rubbed it into Miss Courtney's mound.
"Good girl," Miss Courtney said. "Go slow, massage me some."
Jane never felt such shame in her life. She gave Miss Courtney a brief massage there. Finally she felt she had rubbed Her enough, and begun the shaving. For this Jane went deliberately slow. She didn't want to anger Miss Courtney at all by even knicking Her slightly. Jane had to get in close as she shaved. When she was done, she then had to take the towel and clean off the water and shaving cream, effectively giving Miss Courtney another massage right above Her pussy. Then put lotion on Her. Miss Courtney enjoyed the process quite a bit. It felt great, and Her servant did one more humiliating task.
She looked over the work, and it did look very good.
"Good girl," Miss Courtney said. "This will be another one of your daily chores."
"Yes Miss Courtney," Jane replied, still kneeling before the woman taking more and more control.
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The Ivy League Slave Part 2
Courtney began to be more harsh now. She had Jane pretty good, and Jane demonstrated she had no pride. She did really, but Courtney just saw her as a pathetic poor person.
She made her clean more, doing literally everything, leaving Jane barely any time to do her studying and class work. Plus, after the first foot massage, it was a nightly ordeal. Courtney would order Jane to give her a foot massage each night before bed, and Jane had to kneel at the foot of her bed to do so until she fell asleep. It sometimes took hours.
Courtney loved the rush humiliating Jane gave her. She wanted to push further, so she was out shopping one day, and brought something back for Jane. She presented it to Jane, who thought it was a gift.
"Oh no Miss Courtney,' Jane said. "You've done enough, I can't accept a gift." Plus, she didn't want to owe her any more than she already had.
"Don't be stupid," Courtney said. "I don't get maids gifts. I wanted you to wear a proper uniform around here."
Jane didn't like how that sounded. She assumed it was a black and white "uniform" she would have to wear around the dorm. She opened the box, and it was much worse. It was a French Maid uniform, and a slutty one at that. Looked like it would show ample cleavage, and the skirt was VERY short. Also included was fishnet stockings, and 4 inch heels. Even a pair of white G-String panties to match were in the box. Jane was speechless, but couldn't say no, or there goes her food money, and Miss Courtney might even take away her books.
"Don't just stand there," Courtney finally said. "Try it on."
Jane had to strip out of her clothes right there to do so. Typically this wasn't awkward, they had changed often around each other, but now Miss Courtney was looking at her sharply, almost inspecting her now. Jane thought she saw her roll her eyes at her small chest. When she took her underwear off, she actually did say something.
"You have GOT to do something about that bush." Courtney told her, referencing her pubic hair. Jane trimmed it some, but the fact was, she had hair there. "I got you this nice outfit, take better care of yourself. Start by shaving that jungle down there."
"Yes Miss Courtney," Jane said, just wanting to get the outfit on now to cover up.
"Good," Courtney said as Jane started to put the uniform on. "I wax, but I wanna see how you look shaved. I may have you shave me, see how I like it too."
Shave her?? Jane put that out of her mind, and put the rest of the uniform on. it was a bit tight, but Courtney wanted that. Courtney made her twirl around.
"Much better," Courtney said. "A proper servant now."
"Thank You Miss Courtney," Jane replied, very embarrassed in the outfit.
She made Jane do her usual duties, and soon began making calls. the calls she made were to some of her other wealthy friends to come visit. Within the hour, three of Courtney's friends were in the room having a good laugh at Jane. She wanted to cry. Courtney made it worse, by giving her an order usually reserved for evenings when they were alone.
"Girl," She said to Jane with her friends there. "Foot massage. Now."
Jane couldn't believe it. She almost told Miss Courtney off, but thought of letting her family down. So, she kneeled in front of Her.
"Yes Miss Courtney," Jane said, and began the foot massage.
Courtney loved it. She was able to get Jane to do this in public. Now, to push her further.
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Thought I would try a woman Dominating another woman for my next story. Enjoy!
The Ivy League Slave
Jane had worked her ass off all through high school to get here, and all her hard work paid off. A full scholarship to a prestigious Ivy League college. She was very relieved she scored a full scholarship. Her parents had very little money, and she was the middle child of five. They struggled, a lot. Unfortunately, Jane overlooked a few things the "full" scholarship didn't include.
She met her dorm roommate on day one, and they immediately clashed. Courtney, a beautiful, and filthy rich 18 year old. Courtney was smart, and did get good grades, but her way into this school was mostly bought by her family's enormous wealth. The one thing they could not buy was a way around the rule of Freshmen having to live in the dorms the 1st year, and all Freshmen must have a roommate. Courtney tried to take charge right away with Jane. Jane arrived first, therefore, got the bed by the window. She would not give it up when Courtney said she wanted it. Jane thought that was bad enough, then Courtney told her to clean up the room soon after they were unpacking.
"You have got to be kidding me," Jane told her. "You clean up your mess, and I'll clean up mine."
Courtney was fuming, she was used to being listened to. She had a whole staff at home to tend to her every desire. Even among her rich friends, she was the one in charge. For Jane's part, she heard about Courtney. She came from an incredibly rich family, and could be unpleasant. 'Oh well,' Jane thought. Courtney will just have to adjust.
Jane's first shock came after getting the list of books needed for her classes. She went to the student book store, and if she would have bought all that was needed, she would be nearly broke. She had some money saved from summer jobs, but that was for extra food that her meal card didn't cover, and emergencies. She didn't want to take a job while trying to take a full course load, but now would have to.
The student employment agency was nearly empty, which she found odd, but found out why soon enough. Most students applied for the jobs well before the school year started. There was nothing for her.
She went back to her room, feeling very down and anxious. Her college career was over before it started. She couldn't ask her poor parents for all that money. Courtney saw her in this state. Not that she cared, but she asked, feigning care, but really relishing it.
"What's the matter?" Courtney asked her.
"Books," Jane said, surprised she cared enough to ask. Courtney was a good actress though. "The books I need will cost a fortune. I can't get all these."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Courtney said, but thinking really, 'poor people...'
She waited until Jane went for a walk, and called one of the many male admirers she had already made at school. She gave him the list, and a wad of cash, and sent him to the book store. He returned before Jane got back.
Jane returned to a stack of books on her bed. She looked through them, every one she needed for her classes.
"What, how ..." She said, then realized it had to be Courtney. Maybe she misjudged her. "You did this? My god, I don't know how to thank you."
"You're welcome," Courtney said, and was silent for a moment. Then, making it seem as if it was an afterthought, "You could do that cleaning I asked you to do before."
"Oh, of course," Jane said. Now her act of kindness seemed a little less kind, but Jane didn't mind this "job", as long as she got her books for class.
Courtney wasn't too pushy, and things went ok for a couple days. Jane tidied up some around the room, but Courtney wasn't too demanding, yet. Really, she was biding her time. She was waiting for her opportunity. Especially after Courtney asked why Jane's parents just didn't send her the money she needed. Courtney listened with mock sympathy about her poor upbringing and the 1st one to go to college. Courtney's opportunity would come soon, and she would have Jane regretting talking back to her the 1st day.
Jane had been so busy getting started, she was existing on some food Mom packed from home. That lasted a few days. When that ran out, she went to the cafeteria for the 1st time to use her food card. Uncertain how it worked, she only picked a few things. Getting to the register to pay, she said she was covered under a food card. The woman behind the counter told her she was supposed to get that months BEFORE coming to college. Now, the deadline was up. When asked how much her meager food was on her tray, she was shocked when told it would be twelve dollars. Too embarrassed to put it back, she paid. At that rate, her money would be all gone in two months.
She swallowed her pride and asked Courtney if they could make their arrangement more official. Courtney SEEMED understanding, and Jane gave her the sob story about not having enough to eat.
"Ok," Courtney told her. "I can help you out some more, but this will be like a more 'maid' position now."
"Um, ok," Jane said. It was embarrassing, but she had no choice. They worked out Courtney would pay her every Friday, enough to eat, and Jane would be the maid in the room. Now that Courtney had her good, she worked her harder, and Jane very much worked. She could handle that. It wasn't until evening that Courtney went too far. Jane had worked all day, as Courtney lounged. Bedtime, and Jane was about to go to bed, until Courtney stopped her.
"Before bed,' Courtney told Jane, "I want a foot massage."
"What? Are you serious?"
"I don't want backtalk, just do it."
"You're unbelievable. I won't. Go to Hell." Jane stormed out, practically crying. She called her Mom after she composed herself. She would have to ask for some money. Her Mom stopped her when she went into a whole speech about how proud they were of her, and confessed money was very tight, and without her scholarship, there was no way they could have sent her to college. Jane never asked, instead slinking back to her room. Courtney didn't say a word, just gave her an icy look. Courtney's feet were hanging on the edge of the bed, so Jane had to kneel to begin her massage. Courtney felt very good finally starting to put Jane in her place after the 1st day. And now she talked back to Courtney TWICE? Courtney would have to make her pay for that.
"I'm sorry for my outburst Courtney," Jane said as she massaged her feet.
"Oh, you'll make it up to me," Courtney said, enjoying Jane on her knees. "You can start by calling me Miss Courtney."
"Yes Miss Courtney," Jane said, unable to look Her in the eyes.
End Part 1
I probably will do more. Don't hesitate to let me know what you think. Comments and suggestions are welcome, as well as suggestions for new stories.
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The Maid Reversal Part 5
Carter had no idea what was in the box, but he yearned for release so bad. When he had to wipe the table down during his maid duties, he was very careful not to touch it for fear She might notice it moved.
He was in pain a lot, especially at first. He learned to suppress his urges after a few weeks. When he felt himself becoming horny, to avoid his cock pressing against his cock cage, he would try hard to think of something bland, or simply throw himself into his housework more. Miss Sharon loved that aspect of it. It was difficult to sleep, as he had no control over spontaneous erections, and one could wake him up when his cock pressed against the metal of his cock cage. the worst pain was being at Her feet, he still loved kissing on Her feet, but it always turned him on, and it quite amused Her to see him go between pleasure and pain in seconds.
After 30 days, he was a different man. He didn't dare ask about release. He feared and desired Her now. He was grateful when She brought it up.
"You've been a good boy for a month slave," She said. "Wanna go open the box now?"
"Only if You think I deserve it Miss Sharon," he replied meekly.
"Oh, you deserve it boy." She gave a wicked laugh he didn't like. She had him take his pants off, approach the table, and open his "gift". He was a little confused. It was another strap on. He certainly would use it on Her if She wanted, but he didn't get why She would get another one. They had been using one already on occasion, She made him wear it and have sex with Her. Then he saw the anal lube in the box too. Still not getting it, he thought She wanted him to use it on Her ass.
"It's bigger than the one we've been using," She said. "Put it on me slave." She took Her dress off.
"Put it on YOU Miss Sharon?"
She just laughed as his eyes got wide, now realizing he would be on the receiving end of this strap on. He knelt down, slowly hooked it around Her waist. For effect, She made him suck it for a few minutes first.
"Good slave, you got me nice and hard. Now lube me up."
He opened the bottle, and his hands were shaking as he lubed up the big fat dildo.
"Ok," She told him. "Bend over the table, spread your ass cheeks."
He was really scared now, but conditioned now to obey, so he found himself bent over his dining room table with a strap on dildo pressed against his asshole. He had no idea how this was his "reward" for being good for 30 days and how he would be able to cum.
Not much time to think as She entered him. He let out a little "eek", and She laughed. She pushed in further, and got a moan of pain.
"Don't complain too much slave," She told him. "You want release right?"
"Yes please Miss Sharon!"
"Then work with me. Be a good little bitch. Relax some or I'll just shove it in."
She got in far enough She could lean in over his head. The key to his cock cage dangled in his face. She gave three more hard pushes, ripping his ass up. He screamed loudly. She removed the strap from Her waist, but kept the dildo in him. She removed the key from Her neck, showed it to him.
"You may unlock yourself now, but KEEP that dildo in your ass bitch. You have 5 minutes to make yourself cum."
He grabbed the key, and wasted a full minute trying to hold the dildo in his ass, and unlocking himself. Finally getting it off he furiously started stroking himself, while looking at Her feet of course. He associated erections with pain now, and he barely got off in time. And his body and mind was so messed up now his cum only dribbled out. What came next was important. After he was done, the little bitch locked himself back up in his cock cage without being ordered to, then handed Miss Sharon back Her key. He knew his place now. He knelt down awkwardly, still holding the dildo in his ass (because he was not yet given permission to take it out), kissed Her feet and said, "Thank You Miss Sharon."
The End
Probably it for this series. Trying to think of something else. Comments and suggestions are welcome!
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The Maid Reversal Part 4
Carter was in pain often. Whenever his cock began to get hard it met cold hard steel, pressing against his cock cage. He could barely sleep, any nighttime erections, the pain made him wake up.
He still craved Miss Sharon's feet, but now She noticed how much he twitched in pain as he kissed Her feet and massaged them. Plus, he had a bad case of blue balls every time after, given no release. She enjoyed every minute. Time to have more fun.
A week into his chastity, Miss Sharon came to his house, and put a brightly wrapped gift on the dining room table.
"That is to be opened after you've reached your month of chastity boy," She told him. "I will unlock your cock cage, just briefly, so you can cum. This is a special treat to aid that day. Now, this is to remain in this spot until then. If I think it's been moved one inch, if I think you've shaken it to see what's inside, anything like that, I will make you wait another month, understand?"
"Yes Miss Sharon," he replied. He didn't dare touch it. She had way too much power over him now.
She enjoyed that little play so much, but wanted more. She wanted sex. She thought for a few days how to do so, and still torture Carter. The solution came to Her.
She made a special trip to the store the night before arriving at his place. She let him suck on Her toes, which turned Her on. He was shocked when She began to take Her skirt off. She handed him the bag She got from the store.
"Put that on boy."
He looked in the bag, it was a good sized strap on. He obeyed and strapped the strap around his waist, letting the dildo hand in front.
"Since you're locked up right now, you're gonna use that on me, I'm horny." She said as She took off Her panties now. She led him into the bedroom, and laid down, legs spread. Though She was 46, and 18 years older than him, She was in very good shape, and very sexy, especially since he had not dated anyone since She started making him Her bitch. He mounted Her, slowly penetrating Her with the strap on. He felt less like a man than ever, his real cock locked up, and made to use a fake one on Her, but Her naked body turned him on so much, he was in great pain as his cock pressed hard against his cock cage. It seemed like ages, but She finally had Her orgasm, and he was allowed to pull out. She wanted more though.
"How good are you at eating pussy?" She asked him.
"Maybe not too good," he told Her. "I'm usually the one receiving Miss Sharon." It was true, he dated women his age mid twenties, and played the Alpha male, but Miss Sharon brought out his true self.
"Well, those days are over," She laughed at him. "On your knees between My legs boy."
He obeyed, and he was surprised at how turned on he was in this position now. His cock ached again at the first lick. She loved his squirms of pain as he ate Her out. Lucky for him, that made Her cum faster, but his lack of experience still made it last almost an hour.
He could barely walk after with the pain in his cock and blue balls, but She wanted rest now, and he needed to finish cleaning the house. She sent him off to finish the chores as She napped, thinking how fun the "gift" would be the day She unlocked him.
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The Maid Reversal Part 3
Carter had to come to Her house bright and early Saturday morning to truly be HER maid, and clean HER house. He wasn't looking forward to the work after working long hours at his regular corporate job, but if he got to worship Her feet, he would do so.
She got up only to let him in, and give him a few orders on what to do. Before going back to bed, She told him if he did well, at the end of the day, he may be able to massage Her feet.
He barely saw Her that Saturday, focusing on cleaning as She relaxed. His day was done after he served Her dinner. As he did the dishes, She looked around to inspect his work. He kneeled before Her, for Her review, assuming he was about have access to Her feet.
"Come with Me boy," She said, and he followed Her. He got excited to see she was leading him to the bedroom, but then She took him to a corner.
"What's that boy?" She asked.
"What do You mean Miss Sharon?" He truly didn't see what She meant. So, she grabbed the back of his head, and shoved it in the corner.
"Dust here boy," She said. "You missed this spot. I saw a few others too. Now, when it's your house, I don't care as much. But when you're cleaning MY house, you are to do ten times better. Got it boy?"
"Yes Miss Sharon. I'm sorry Miss Sharon." He couldn't help but stare at Her feet.
"Do you think you deserve kissing on My feet tonight?"
"No Miss Sharon," he sighed. He wanted too, and badly, but he said what She wanted to hear.
"Good boy. Come back tomorrow, bright and early, and start all over. Now IF you do it right tomorrow, you get a special treat."
He got there even earlier Sunday morning, wildly curious what his "special treat" would be. He knew first though, he would have to work his ass off cleaning. He scrubbed and wiped and went over every room three times. He wasn't going to let Her down this time. Come inspection time after dinner, he was fairly confident.
"Come with me boy," She ordered again. She was hard to read. He wasn't sure what would happen. This time She sat on the couch.
"Good job boy," She said. "Now take off My shoes."
"Yes Miss Sharon, thank You Miss Sharon."
He took them off, waited for Her nod to begin the foot worship. She gave it, and he began kissing. He went a day without Her feet, so he got into them passionately. She allowed toe sucking now, and he started that right away.
"Yes boy, suck My toes good," She said. "I want you nice and turned on for your special treat."
When She was sure he was sufficiently aroused, She stopped him.
"Take your pants down, let me see that cock of yours boy."
He obeyed right away, taking out a good sized cock, fully hard from worshipping Her feet. She ran Her foot across his shaft as She spoke.
"Now," She said, "Your special treat is, I'm gonna let you stroke it and cum, while you kiss my feet. Would you like that boy?"
"Oh yes Miss Sharon, please!"
"Good boy. The catch is, you will be cumming on My feet. Then, you shall lick it all off."
He hesitated, not wanting to taste cum, but he wanted so bad to do it while kissing on her feet. She was all he thought about now. Plus She was keeping him VERY hard with Her foot on his cock.
"Yes Miss Sharon."
She put Her feet down on the floor, and he started jacking off as he bent to kiss Her feet. He was so aroused, it only took him a few minutes until he was ready. He positioned himself so his cock was just above Her feet, and shot a big load all over Her feet.
"Clean it up now boy," She commanded.
He bent down again, now to lick his own cum off Her feet. The sight made her wet. She loved the control She had. What She had planned next might be easier than She thought. After he licked al the cum off, She got a bag from Her closet, gave it to him. He pulled out a cock cage, a chastity device with a lock.
"I hope you enjoyed that orgasm boy," She said. "Now put this on."
He was shocked. He didn't want to, but figured it was just kink play, so he obliged Her. After it was locked in place, She took the key and put it on a chain around Her neck.
"Now I control when you touch yourself, and when you cum," She smiled.
"Wait," he was panicked. "I have to KEEP this on?" When can I take it off? Even just to masturbate in private?"
"Well, it was gonna be a week, but since you're talking back, it's now a month. Anything else to say boy?"
He remained silent.
End Part 3
Comments and questions welcome. Also enjoy chatting and if anyone has story ideas feel free to send them my way!
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The Maid Reversal Part 2
She wanted to see if it would continue the next day, after his thrill had calmed down, and he most surely masturbated thinking of Her feet. She arrived at his place, dressed more casual, not in Her uniform. He let Her in, and kneeled. Perfect.
"Good boy," She said.
"May I take Your shoes off Miss Sharon?" He asked.
"Serve me breakfast first boy. Then you get your reward."
"Yes Miss Sharon." He scurried off to the kitchen to do so. He wasn't the greatest cook, but threw together bacon and eggs, and served it to Her. She took a bite.
"Not too bad boy," She said. "Room for improvement, but you may remove My shoes and massage My feet as I eat."
"Thank You Miss Sharon." He did so, and even controlled himself by not yet kissing Her feet. He waited until She had finished Her meal, took Her dirty dishes, washed them, then asked.
"May I kiss Your feet now Miss Sharon?" He asked, kneeling again.
"Hmm," She considered. "Not just yet boy. You're off to work soon. Go to work, I'll stay here and relax, probably take a walk outside, barefoot. When you get home, you'll do some maid work, then if you do well, I may let you lick the dirt off my feet. Would you like that boy?"
He had an intense foot fetish, but never thought of having to lick dirty feet clean, but wouldn't want to miss out on licking Her feet.
"Yes Miss Sharon," he said, and left for a very long day at work.
His day stretched on for ages, but he finally made it home. Miss Sharon was outside, true to Her word, barefoot. Sitting on a lounge chair, one sexy foot dangling just enough he could see how dirty the bottom was. He had a mix of repulsion and eroticism. He still wanted to lick Her feet, dirt and all.
"Get to work boy," She told him. "I'll be in an hour to check your progress."
"Yes Miss Sharon."
He worked his butt off. Scrubbing and straightening to make it look good for Her and get his reward. He was wiping the dining room table when She came in. He kneeled, waited for Her inspection. She walked around the house for a few minutes, then had him come to the living room. She sat, had him kneel in front of Her.
"You did, just ok," She said. "But not TOO bad for a beginner. So, you get your reward tonight."
She held Her foot up close to his face, nearly pitch black with dirt from walking outside.
"Now, IF you're gonna do this, do it RIGHT. You are to lick every inch of dirt off My feet, understand? If you fail to do so, you will never touch My feet again, got it?"
He looked at Her dirt covered soles, unsure if he could lick it all off, but still turned on, still wanting Her feet.
"Yes Miss Sharon, please let me lick them clean."
"Get to work boy."
She smiled as he dove in. Tentative licks at first as he tasted the dirt, but he loved Her feet so much he still started to get into it. Plus, the light licks wouldn't get the dirt off. He licked harder, and used more saliva, to actually get he dirt off. She watched as his tongue turned black with dirt, loving it. He must have been swallowing a lot of the dirt too. Her feet slowly got cleaner as his tongue got blacker. She was enjoying this almost as much as him. It took him almost 90 minutes to get them all clean. Her feet looked as clean as coming out of the bath.
"Such a good job boy," She praised him after. "Now follow me, I wanna show you something."
She led him into the bathroom, let him stand to see his reflection in the mirror. He first saw the dirt around his mouth. Then She had him open his mouth, stick out his tongue, he was shocked how black it was.
"That's the face of a little bitch," She said. "MY little bitch."
"Yes Miss Sharon."
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The Maid Reversal
Sharon had been out of work for 6 months, and needed the job, but hated that she had to take maid work. She was an educated woman of 46, but her company folded. Now she worked for a pushy 28 year old executive, making barely over minimum wage. She knew he would be difficult the first day when he told her she would need the proper attire. Nothing as bad as a French Maid outfit, but dress clothes, almost like a uniform. He insisted on being called Sir, and barely treated her like a person. But, she had to take it, until something better came her way.
She would never have guessed it would come just 3 months later, and right there in his luxury apartment. He had left for work, and she was doing her usual work. When doing his office, she went to move the mouse to wipe the desk, and his computer came to life. He must have not logged off, it was still on. She could access the internet at least. Out of curiousity, she looked at his history. Quite a few porn sites. Not too unusual for a young man who didn't have time to date. She went to one, and saw a few videos he marked as favorites. Every one was Female Domination. She checked another site, again Women Dommes. Male slaves worshipping feet, ass, oral on demand. Interesting. The powerful exec wants to be put in his place by a woman?
She usually brought street clothes with her to change into when going home. It was a hot July, and she had short shorts. She put those on, and a T-shirt, and went barefoot. Turned on the TV in the living room, waited for him to come home. This was a big risk, but could yield big rewards.
Carter came home to find his maid lounging in the couch, and could see she had not done some of her work.
"You wanna explain yourself," he said, confronting her. "Before I fire you?"
"Just tired, and resting," She replied. She did notice he glimpsed at her barefeet up on the coffee table.
"That's all you have to say? Fine. I'll have to ask you to leave."
"I could," She said calmly. "Or you could get down there and massage my feet. But if you do, I want you on your knees, and you have to shut up."
The shutting up part came quickly, more from shock. He had a foot fetish, and loved Dominant women, but rarely got to indulge. Here was a woman almost ordering him to get at her feet. Sharon could practically hear his erection grow. She was relieved, but not too surprised, when he knelt at her feet, and began a massage. It felt good, for both parties. He remained silent too, as ordered, a good sign. He finally spoke after 30 minutes.
"May I kiss Your feet. Please?"
"Hmmm," She pondered. "Well first thing, address Me as Miss Sharon."
"Yes Miss Sharon," he obeyed.
"Things will obviously change around here. My salary doubled, effective now."
"Yes Miss Sharon." He stared at Her feet, practically drooling.
"And YOU will be the maid now. I will come here to relax, as you do the chores. If you agree, kiss my feet."
He couldn't help himself. He wanted Her feet so bad. He didn't care if he had to do all the housework. He leaned in, gave each foot a kiss.
"Good little slave boy. Now get to work. Later we may discuss you coming to MY house to clean as well."
The foot worship was over for the moment, but She had him hooked. He had to tear himself away from Her feet, and started to clean up as Miss Sharon relaxed.
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A new story. Still considering the very taboo idea. Until then, here's one that came to me. Comments welcome.
The Blow Job Economy Part 1
Times got very hard for the small town 2 years ago when the plant closed down. It employed most of the residents, paid fairly well, and allowed an almost 50's style life, the men could support their families while the wives could stay home and raise the kids and take care of the house.
People were forced to move away, some were losing their homes. Then news that a big Superstore was opening up in town had the potential to change it all. The corporation had gotten land cheap there, and had picked 10 people from the New York offices to set up the operation, including the hiring of 100 people.
Now, 100 new jobs was huge in a dying town. Unfortunately the word was about 1000 people would be applying for those 100 jobs. Soon, the women would come up with a way to increase their chances of scoring one of the openings.
The New York corporate people arrived in the town, and hated it right away. Small town, nothing to do. This was going to be a long and boring assignment. They started the job interviewing process as the finishing touches were being made on the new store. The first couple days of that went badly too. The majority of the applicants were the women of the town, and most had no work experience outside the home. The men who lost their jobs at the plant wanted more substantial work, and stayed away from the store for the most part.
Day three was when it all changed. Greg called in his first interview of the day. Another unimpressive woman, no experience, not much to offer. But she actually did. Her husband left her last year, and she was about to lose her house, and had nowhere to go. She intended to do whatever it took to get this job.
Greg asked her a few questions. She answered, and she didn't feel she was making an impression. He was about to dismiss her.
"Wait," she said. "Please. I need this job. I'll do anything."
"Well." Greg said. "Good attitude. We'll be in touch."
He wasn't getting it.
"I'll do anything."
Greg still didn't get it. Until she got up from her seat, kneeled down in front of him, and started to unzip his pants. Then he understood of course. He was surprised, but didn't stop her. She was about 40, and not too attractive, but this had been an incredibly boring trip thus far. A blow job would be quite nice.
She took his cock out, put it right in her mouth. The sheer spontaneity of it turned him on enough to get hard fairly fast. She felt fairly bad and cheap doing this, sucking off a stranger for a job, but she was desperate. She was never good at this, but Greg enjoyed it anyway. He was ready to cum within 15 minutes. She used her hand to finish him, and Greg shot his load into a tissue. She was the first hired.
Jenny felt so bad, and intended to keep it to herself. But after telling a friend she had been hired, her friend pressed her hard how she did it. Every other woman to apply got a "we'll be in touch". Jenny finally told her what she did. Gina had her own family to support anyway. Maybe, if Gina was willing to do that as well, she could get a job.
Gina wrestled with it. She was married. But the financial strain was hurting their marriage. She went back and forth until she actually was alone with her interviewer. She had just assumed it was the same one Jenny got. Gina actually had an entirely different man. When her interview was going poorly, Gina didn't understand why he wasn't getting the hints. Would she have to come out and say it?
"My friend Jenny was here yesterday," Gina said finally, feeling she had to. "She, uhh, she gave a blow job to get the job? I can probably do that too ... if you want."
Fred was perplexed. It wasn't him. But if she was serious, he wasn't gonna turn down a blow job.
"Ok, sure," he said. She knelt, unzipped him, and sucked. She rarely even did this for her husband, so she felt extra guilty. But, a job's a job. Fred came hard, making a mess on his floor. Gina got the job too. After she left, he tried to think, who could she be talking about? Who was interviewing yesterday? One of the two woman corporate sent down, so obviously not her, and Greg. It had to be Greg. When his interviews were over, he went to Greg's hotel room.
Greg played dumb at first, but then figured if Fred admitted to giving a job in exchange for oral, what's the harm, so he told him. They talked about it, and realized the ONLY two women they actually promised jobs to were the two who had given blow jobs. This might be something, if they hired no one else, and gave time for this rumor to spread.
They told the others to make sure and only say "we'll be in touch", and offered to take the majority of the interviews. Now, they only had to wait and see.
It took 3 long boring days. One of the two women must have told again, because Fred found himself with his cock in the mouth of another housewife. As she finished him off, he had an idea.
"You might wanna spread the word discreetly," He told her. "About how to get hired around here."
That worked. Within a few days, one in four of the women would provide oral to Greg or Fred. It was a nice setup for the first week, until another of their colleagues was on duty. He had a blissful look on his face at lunch. They knew, he got a blow job. That night, they gathered all the men, all eight to discuss this.
Most were very happy with it. A couple weren't crazy about the way the women were being treated, but really deep down wanted blow jobs, so it was a go. Then one of them had a great idea.
"Why even promise them jobs at all? They can still suck us off, but make it a competition. Whoever does it BEST gets the jobs. We can even have 'followup' interviews."
At this point, only a few of the 100 jobs had been filled. This could be an incredibly good time. They just needed to keep the two women on their team out of the interviews, and they were home free.
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Miss Kate and Her Cuck: The Honeymoon Part 4
The slave got to go out exactly once during the honeymoon. The day after making love to his wife for the first, and only time. They decided to let him out, but only to the hotel pool. They didn't feel him being a slave he should get to see Hawaii like they were. They just wanted a few pics anyway. Initially they had him try on a couple bikinis, but it wasn't quite right. Miss Kate liked him best in bra and panties anyway, so it was decided the slave would wear his matching pink bra and panty set down to the pool that day.
There was rumors around the hotel that there was 3 in the honeymoon suite, and the husband was made to dress like a sissy while another man slept with his new wife. Everyone got to see first hand when they all went down to the pool. Miss Kate and Marcus both looking great, while the slave trailed behind carrying their things. They took a seat on lounge chairs by the pool, Michael kneeled and gave Miss Kate a foot massage.
"What did you want for the pics?" Marcus asked Miss Kate. "I think he should be doing my feet for them."
"Oh that would be perfect!" Miss Kate told Her slave husband to do Her lover's feet. He began massaging Marcus.
"Kiss them too michelle." Marcus told him. He wasn't sure them being in public, but given the order, he obeyed. They flagged down someone on staff soon after. Miss Kate had Michael's phone, gave it to the woman.
"Will you take some pics of us please?" Miss Kate asked her. "Our honeymoon, and we want us all in the photos."
"Of course," The woman said and giggled. The entire staff knew about the sissy slave and the big black man sleeping with his wife. She obliged, taking a lot of pictures, getting the slave as he kissed on Marcus' feet. Miss Kate told the woman to give the phone back to Michael.
"Now," Miss Kate told Michael after she left. "What do you think we should do slave?"
Michael didn't want to, these were the worst photos yet, but he knew the answer She wanted to hear.
"Post some on Facebook Miss Kate?" He said meekly.
"Good girl!" She said. "Back to the room now. Pick a few of the best, post them quickly, so you can get back to cleaning."
He went back to the room, and looked through them. All pretty bad. And he knew both Miss Kate and Master would want the worst ones posted. So he chose three, all of him on his knees as he kissed Master's feet. Miss Kate sitting close to him, one hand holding his, one hand on his thigh, very close to his giant bulge. In one of the pics Master and Miss Kate were kissing with passion. In the same pic one could see Michael's tongue out French kissing Master's foot. Miss Kate liked the slave to caption the pics too, so he wrote:
"Having a great time on the honeymoon. Helping the Best Man relax and showing Him my appreciation and respect"
The slave posted, put his French maid outfit on, and got back to cleaning. Miss Kate checked facebook soon after, very pleased with the photos. She shared on Her timeline too. So many comments right away. Some were hating on Her, even on the slave, telling him to be a man (to which Miss Kate replied 'he's clearly not - that's why I have Marcus'), but many were supportive, everything from just a like, to more men hitting on Her. A lot applauded Her for having the best of both worlds, a loving obedient husband, and a sexy lover to take care of Her in the bedroom.
The night before the week was up, Michael was unsure whether or not to start packing now or wait until morning. His ticket said the plane didn't leave until 2PM so he would have time to do it tomorrow. After Miss Kate and Marcus made love, and the slave had his creampie, he asked permission to speak, and it was granted. He asked about the packing.
"Well it's only your bags so morning is fine." Miss Kate told him. "Marcus and I are staying another week, but you're leaving tomorrow. We wanted alone time, without you. Plus, you can spend that week cleaning our house, and his too while you wait for us to get back."
"Yes Miss Kate," The slave said, kissing Her feet. "Thank You."
The next day he left Hawaii without seeing any of it, leaving his wife and her lover to enjoy themselves for another week.
End Part 4
Not sure if I will continue this storyline, or if it has run it's course. I have other ideas, some VERY taboo. Debating whether or not to write them, they may offend. We shall see. |
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Miss Kate and Her Cuck: The Honeymoon Part 3
Miss Kate and Marcus were having an amazing time in Hawaii. The slave, not so much. he was required to stay in the room, did not get to see any of Hawaii. Most of his duties were cleaning in his French maid uniform, and watching them have sex, and licking his wife clean after Marcus came in Her.
Often the slave would suck Miss Kate's toes as Her and Marcus fucked. Day three of the honeymoon, two things happened. The first was serving Marcus, who the slave had to call Master now, to a greater degree. Master was laying on his back, and Miss Kate mounted him that night, riding him. Marcus knew Miss Kate quite enjoyed the added pleasure of having Her toes sucked during sex. As Miss Kate rode him, he addressed the slave.
"Do my feet Michelle," He told Michael, called Michelle now by both of them. Michael approached him, started massaging his feet, thinking that's what he meant.
"No you dumb bitch. DO my feet, like you do hers. Suck my toes while your wife rides my cock."
"Yes Master," Michael replied. He had no interest in men's feet, but knew it might make Master feel good, and knew he had to obey anyway, so the slave took Master's big toe in his mouth. Sucking it nice and slow, like he did Miss Kate's toes. By the time slave was on Master's third toe, Master was loving the sensation a lot. Miss Kate loved the sight too, Her husband sucking Her lover's toes. They both came hard.
Now, typically, after Master came in Miss Kate, Michael would eat Her out, eating his cum too. He was all set too, but Master stopped him.
"Tonight may be the night for what we talked about," he told Miss Kate. "Michelle's been a very good sissy slave all week, and I just came a LOT in you. It'll make for good lube."
"Ok," Miss Kate turned to Her husband now. "We have a special surprise for you Michelle. You've been so good and so obedient. We talked about us consummating the marriage."
"Miss Kate?" The slave was confused. Miss Kate hated his tiny little penis. Now She was talking about having sex with him!
"This will be a ONE time only thing slave," Miss Kate told him. "The first and last time we EVER have sex, understand?"
"Yes Miss Kate, of course."
She pulled his panties down, revealing his tiny penis, even touched it.
"You're hard right?" She asked him. "You're too tiny I can never tell."
"Yes Miss Kate."
She laid down, telling the slave to get on top of Her. He couldn't believe it, he was going to get to have sex with Her. She told him he could begin. He put his tiny thing inside Her, and it felt wonderful. He knew Master had just cum loads in Her, and that's part of what he was feeling, Master's cum on his tiny penis. But he still loved finally making love to Her.
"You have to put it in Michelle," She told him. "This is not gonna be an all night thing."
"It's in Miss Kate," The slave said.
"Oh," She said then laughed. "You're just that tiny, I can't even feel you in me. SO glad this is a one time only deal."
That made him sad, but She let him kiss Her. Master was watching, not crazy about that, the slave was having a bit too much fun, so Marcus leaned in, pushed Michael's mouth off Her, kissed Miss Kate himself.
"Much better," Miss Kate said, kissing him back. "I need a Real Man right now."
He took his cue and put his huge cock in both their faces as they had sex. Master made Michael guide it in Her mouth. She sucked for a while, then Master pulled out. Finally he put his foot on the bed near the slave's head.
"Kiss my foot while you finish up Michelle," Master said. Michael had to lean over, kissing Master's foot while making love to his wife for the only time ever. The slave kissed passionately too, using his tongue, grateful to Miss Kate and Master for letting this happen. Two minutes later, while still kissing Master's foot, the slave came. Miss Kate didn't feel it of course, he had to tell Her.
"Ok good girl," Miss Kate said. "Cleanup now. Lick ALL the cum up. Although I'm certain it's a lot more of Marcus' cum."
Michael got between Her legs for cleanup. He was sure She was right. Master came in gushes, and when allowed to masturbate, the slave had little spurts.
"Now let's talk about permissions," Miss Kate said. She meant his being allowed to masturbate. He didn't dare ask more than once a week. "This was such a privilege for you. I think you should not even THINK of asking for another oh ... 3 months?"
"Gotta be 6 months baby," Master chimed in. "This was a big day for Michelle."
The slave hung his head, but still kissed Miss Kate and Master's feet, and thanked them.
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Miss Kate and Her Cuck: The Honeymoon Part 2
Miss Kate and Marcus flew first class. The slave had to make due with coach. He didn't mind, he was just glad he got to actually come on the honeymoon. This was not a guarantee. Marcus was the one having sex with his new wife, not him, so he felt lucky just to tag along.
They had booked the Honeymoon suite at the hotel suite in Hawaii. Michael carried all the bags in, and spoke with the desk clerk. She was a little perplexed, asked if all three were staying in the room. She saw the way Miss Kate and Marcus were holding one another, assumed they were the honeymooners. Thought Michael was perhaps a servant of the couple.
"Yes," Michael explained meekly. He knew Miss Kate wanted people to know. "All of us in the honeymoon suite. My wife and I, and Her lover Marcus." He went red with embarrassment.
"I see," the woman behind the counter said.
"We won't need maid service when we're here," Miss Kate told her. "My husband will be doing all that for us. He's brought his French maid outfit, and will be attending to all our needs. We would like our privacy while in our room."
"Yes Ma'am. I will alert the staff your ... husband will act as your maid during your stay."
As soon as they got into the room, Miss Kate and Marcus tore each other's clothes off. Michael stripped down to his bra and panties, picked up their clothes, folding them neatly, then kneeled to watch them have sex. As per usual, he got between Miss Kate's legs and ate Her out after, cleaning Her of Master's cum.
"Good girl Michelle," Miss Kate told him. "Now put your uniform on, and unpack for us."
He did so, then Miss Kate remembered, he had no cleaning supplies, and She wanted him getting right to work as they enjoyed Hawaii. She told him to go down to the front desk to ask for some. He was made to go in his French maid outfit.
Same woman who checked them in. She already had contempt for him, and smirked when she saw him like that. He quietly asked for cleaning supplies. She rang the maid staff to come down to the front desk.
"That man sleeps with your wife?" She asked as they waited. "And you dress like .... that??"
"Yes Ma'am."
"But why do you let this happen?"
"It's how She wants it, and I'm really not ... man enough to please Her."
"I see that."
One of the maids on staff arrived with a cart. Looked Michael over in his outfit.
"This one is on his honeymoon." the desk clerk explained. "He will be doing the cleaning in the honeymoon suite for his wife and her lover. He needs cleaning supplies."
They agreed to let him take the cart. Just then Miss Kate and Marcus came out of the elevator to go out and explore Hawaii. They were both very pleased he was exposed to a few people. They stopped to talk to the slave in front of them.
"We'll be gone most of the day," Miss Kate said. "You are to stay in and clean. I doubt we will allow you out at all during the honeymoon. When we come back, we want chilled champagne and you kneeling at the foot of the bed. We will let you watch our romantic evening if you clean well."
"Yes Miss Kate," Michael said. "Thank You Miss Kate. Thank You Master."
As the slave went back upstairs to clean, the desk clerk and maid were surprised but found it all very amusing.
End Part 2
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Miss Kate and Her Cuck: The Honeymoon Part 1
The reception ended, and the plane to Hawaii wasn't leaving until tomorrow. Tonight, Miss Kate, Marcus, and slave Michael were headed to a hotel room. Marcus very much wanted Her to keep Her wedding dress on, and She did so. He wanted to fuck the bride on Her wedding night as She wore it, and She liked the idea too, especially with Her husband watching.
They checked in, and as Micahel took his tux off to reveal his bra and panties underneath, Marcus and Miss Kate began kissing heavily. They were both very ready to go. He stripped naked, and got Her breasts exposed, while still keeping the wedding dress on. As Michael kneeled to watch, Marcus lifted his wife's dress, then pulled Her panties down. Marcus' big cock throbbing, and Miss Kate was very wet. So, on his wedding night, slave Michael kneeled and watched as another man, a Real Man, had sex with his wife, pleasing Her like he never could. Marcus came long and hard in Her, and finally the slave got to participate. He thanked Marcus, then got between Miss Kate's legs, and licked Her clean, tasting Marcus' big load.
They were tired from the wedding and the intense fucking, and actually slept for a few hours. They woke, both horny again.
"Remember what we talked about," Marcus said. "Doing something special on your wedding night."
"Oh, you don't mean ..." Miss Kate smiled. "I might be willing."
Slave Michael had no idea what they were talking about, until Marcus went into one of his bags, and got out a bottle of anal lube. He knew Miss Kate had never done anal. Looked like She wanted to on Her wedding night, but with Marcus of course. What shocked Michael was what happened next. Marcus gave Michael the lube.
"Lube me up slave," Marcus told Michael. Michael took the bottle, scared. He had never touched another man's cock before. yes he had been VERY close to some of Miss Kate's lover's cocks, and even tasted their cum out of Her pussy, but this was touching a cock directly. But he had no choice, Miss Kate and Marcus were waiting.
"Yes Sir," Michael said, and opened the bottle. He squeezed some lube in his hands, then lightly touched Marcus' cock. Touching another Man's cock felt very weird, especially one as big as Sir's. The slave knew he wasn't doing well, not spreading the lube enough, and not using enough. he thought of Miss Kate's virgin asshole. He wanted it properly lubed for Her, so he used more lube, and despite not enjoying this, took his time, and spread the lube all over the entire shaft.
"Good girl!" Marcus said, then to Miss Kate, "Put some lip gloss on this bitch."
Miss Kate made Michael get Her purse, and She put some lip gloss on him. Now, Marcus was ready to ass fuck Miss Kate, but first, he had one more order for Michael. His giant cock was dangling in front of Michael's face.
"Kiss it for luck," Marcus told him. This shocked Michael even more. This was the last thing he wanted to do, and possibly the worst he would do, up to now. This might open up doors to more, other things he didn't wanna do. But Miss Kate and Marcus were getting impatient.
"Yes Sir," Michael said, leaned in, and kissed his cock.
"Not bad," Marcus said, "Not bad. I have enjoyed you calling me Sir this whole time. But we've known each other long enough now. I want you calling me Master now. So, try the kiss again, but call me Master this time."
Michael's heart sank. Now he had to call Marcus Master, AND kiss His cock again.
"Yes Master," Michael said. He knew by what Master said, and by how much Miss Kate enjoyed the first kiss, he had to do better. this time the slave caressed the cock with one hand, bringing it to his mouth, and kissed it more passionately, with his tongue, and letting the kiss linger for a moment. Miss Kate squealed with delight, and Master was very pleased.
"Good girl," Master said. "Something special for your wedding night too. You're becoming more girly every day. We should start calling you Michelle. What do you think baby?"
As He slowly penetrated Miss Kate's ass, She screamed "YES!". That was in answer to his big black cock in Her, and in calling Her slave Michelle now.
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Miss Kate and Her Cuck: The Wedding Part 2
The wedding reception was great fun for most, especially Miss Kate, and a lot of humiliation for Her slave, cuck, and now husband, Michael.
The first thing Miss Kate wanted to do, in front of everyone, was have Her first dance with ... the best man Marcus, Her lover. It was relatively discreet, they just joined others on the dance floor, but people DID notice, especially as they danced close and intimately.
When dinner was served Miss Kate didn't want to be served by the reception hall staff. She had Michael bring Her everything. A lot of people that knew them well enough weren't too surprised at this. He was always doing things like that for Her. She also made him bring Marcus his dinner too. Miss Kate and his sister Danielle had Michael on a dog food diet, so he actually didn't get anything that night.
It came time for the best man speech, and Marcus told Miss Kate he wanted to keep it a secret, so he didn't reveal what he was saying until the reception:
"Michael and I have only known each other for a short time, but he is such a good boy. A great listener, serves Kate VERY well, and me too in many ways. He is very lucky to be marrying her, this gorgeous, sexy woman. But she picked such a nice little obedient boy that does what she says no matter what. He's always there for me too, to do what I say. Let's hear it for Kate and her boy!"
Everyone clapped, some uncomfortable, him calling Michael a boy, his getting in that Michael does what he says. But Miss Kate loved it, hugged Marcus tight and long after the speech. Miss Kate told Michael to make his own speech, thanking Marcus:
"Thank You Marcus. We are so grateful You're in our life. You're such an incredible Man. I look up to You, admire You, all the time. Kate thinks the world of You, talks about You all the time. I'm sure She thinks of You like I do, truly the 'Best Man'".
This humiliated Michael too, but Miss Kate was quite happy. They were about to have the official first dance of husband and wife, but since they all were praising Marcus, Michael thought Miss Kate would like if he suggested they dance first. Miss Kate smiled at her slave as Her and Marcus walked out to the dance floor. They danced slow, all eyes on them for a few moments before others joined in. When they actually DID the first dance as husband and wife, it barely got any attention. Michael was being more outed now as servant to his brand new wife. After that dance, Miss Kate told Michael to get his best friend John.
John was a little put off that Michael came to get him, but recalled Michael just kneeling and watching submissively as Miss Kate sucked off Marcus moments before the wedding. He came to see Miss Kate, sat next to Her.
"Thanks for coming,' She said, then put Her hand on his thigh, quickly moving it to his crotch. He was only semi hard. "Hey, you said you would stay hard for me! I wanna see how big you are before we arrange a date to fuck."
John loved how she was so direct. That, and Her rubbing him WAS getting him hard.
"Oh, it's coming along now," Miss Kate said as She rubbed him through his pants. "I need a good look at it. There's a bathroom no one's been using way down the hall. Let's go there to see."
She had Michael come too. John wasn't too thrilled at that, it was his friend, but getting more comfortable with it. If Michael was this little of a man to let Kate do whatever man She wanted, he deserved this.
They got to the deserted bathroom. Miss Kate and John stood looking at one another, She fondled him some more. He was getting off on it, Her in Her wedding dress as Her brand new husband looked on helplessly.
"Michael," Miss Kate said. "Unzip him, I wanna see now, he's hard."
She loved this so much, Her slave's best friend, and Michael had to unzip his pants so She could decide whether or not to fuck him.
"That ok um ... Sir?" Michael asked, wanting to be certain John was cool with Michael unzipping him, and now knowing he had to call him Sir, as a potential lover of Miss Kate.
"Do it," John told him. "I want you wife to see my cock."
Michael kneeled, unzipped his friend for his wife. Thankfully, John took his cock out for Her to see. She seemed pleased. Good sized. Not as big as Marcus, but Marcus was huge. Miss Kate kneeled too, to get a better look, with Michael kneeling by Her side.
"I like this," Miss Kate told John. She kissed his cock some, he loved it. She didn't have time to blow him right then, but said She approved. before getting up, She kissed Michael passionately right after kissing John's cock. John had to laugh.
"I'll call you after the honeymoon,' She told John. "So we can get together. Text Michael some orders, like what you want served, food and drinks for our date. We'll be fucking some time after the honeymoon."
Michael wasn't sure what to expect for the honeymoon. Miss Kate told him virtually nothing. He assumed Marcus would be coming, but hoped not. Maybe at least for their honeymoon, he could be alone with Miss Kate for once. Maybe She might even let him make love to Her for the first time, despite his very small size. He hoped for the best as the reception wrapped up.
The End
I will explore the honeymoon in my next story. I hope everyone is enjoying!
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Again, the continuing story, just renamed.
Miss Kate and Her Cuck: The Wedding
Miss Kate was very happy. Her fiancé, and slave, Michael, was more obedient than ever, and She found such a perfect lover in Marcus. She still took the occasional odd lover here and there outside of him, but Marcus was Her go to. He was incredibly handsome and tall and muscular, and loved tormenting Her cuck as much as She did.
Marcus accepted her request to be the Best Man at their wedding. Michael had to call his friend John and tell him that's what Miss Kate wanted. They were best friends, and while John was disappointed, he understood. He saw the Facebook pics of Michael in sissy clothes, and knew Michael was "whipped", if not a full on slave.
They wed in June. Of course Michael was allowed to wear the traditional tux, but he also had his bra and panties on underneath. Marcus had a tremendous idea, that Miss Kate loved. Moments before the wedding, Miss Kate would give Marcus a blow job. This way, the first kiss Miss Kate and Michael would share as husband and wife, Michael would be kissing Her after Marcus had cum in Her mouth.
They were in the dressing room in the chapel brides used to get ready. All the friends and family were waiting. Marcus was sitting back, as Miss Kate was looking beautiful in Her wedding gown, on Her knees, blowing him. Michael was there too, being made to watch.
Michael didn't know it, but Miss Kate had the door cracked open purposely. just in case anyone should leave their seat, they could get a little show. John had time to use the bathroom before the ceremony started, so he happened by. He saw through the cracked door his best friend's soon to be wife blowing a black man. And there was Michael himself, kneeling silently, as She did it. Of course he stopped to watch. Miss Kate was gorgeous. This explained so much. Way out of Michael's league. Looks like Michael tolerated other men being with Her. John was getting hard, lost himself in the moment, and leaned against the door for a second, making it creak. They all saw him now. He was about to turn and go.
"You may watch John,' Miss Kate told him, stopping Her blow job briefly. And he did, feeling a little uncomfortable but liking it. He left quickly soon after Marcus came in Her mouth.
All eyes on the beautiful bride as She walked down the aisle. John still hard after what he saw. Marcus very content, and towering over petite Michael as She came down the aisle.
Michael was happy though that Miss Kate was marrying him. Despite all the lovers She took, he accepted it, and loved Her. She made Michael write his own vows, and told him it had to be very submissive.
"I promise to love and obey You," he said. "To care for You always. To always worship You and look up to You and obey You. To serve You and cherish You, even in the bad times, I will be there for You, to love and obey and put You first."
He accomplished another rule. Miss Kate insisted 'obey' be in his vows three times. The Best Man Marcus gave him the rings, they said their I do's, and he was told he could kiss the bride. Michael kissed his Owner and now wife, feeling like he could still taste Marcus' cum on Her. Miss Kate was very happy, Marcus was too. John was still turned on, wondering what She was like in bed. She clearly gave amazing blow jobs. He didn't allow himself to think too much about his friend's girlfriend, now wife, that way. But after what he saw just moments before the wedding, maybe She might be up for something?
As the couple exited the chapel, Miss Kate approached John, hugging him, feeling his good sized erection press against Her. Fucking a friend of Her husband's would be fun. She would have to arrange that for after the honeymoon.
"I can see you liked the pre wedding show," She whispered in his ear during the embrace. "We can discuss things at the reception. Stay hard, I wanna see how big you are before making a date with you."
"Sounds good," he said, smiling.
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Miss Kate Finds the "Best Man" For Her Fiance Part 2
Miss Kate and Her slave/cuck/fiancé went back to the same bar that night, and again stuck out as the only two white people. She had a great time with the man She picked up last night, and was hoping to find another tonight that embraced Her slave more. She soon was approached by Marcus.
He saw Her across the bar sitting with Her slave. Marcus wondered what the beautiful woman was doing with such a meek looking slip of an excuse for a man. Michael obviously didn't intimidate him, so he approached. Miss Kate was quite taken with Marcus right away. Very tall at six foot four, and all muscle. Very handsome, and confident. He ignored Michael outright at first. Flirted with Miss Kate openly before asking who Michael was. When told Michael was Her fiancé, he laughed.
"Oh really?" he said. "Well, let's have your 'fiance' get us some drinks shall we?"
"Yes Sir." Michael replied, and Marcus was quite pleased as Michael hurried off to get drinks for them. When he returned, they were sharing their first kiss. Michael remained silent, waiting for them to finish before handing the drinks over.
His attitude was so good, and he treated Michael like the slave he was right away. Miss Kate had a great feeling about Marcus. She asked him to spend the night.
He was a great kisser, possibly the best She had ever had. Miss Kate enjoyed it immensely, but wanted to see his reaction to Michael, so She had Her slave remove his clothes, revealing his bra and panties underneath. Marcus smiled and nodded. Miss Kate was pleased, and aroused, ready for more. She was craving cock, felt Marcus through his pants. He seemed huge. She had to see, so She unzipped him, and out came the biggest cock She had ever seen in person. She gasped, and kneeled, wanting to suck it bad. It got even bigger as She passionately sucked and licked Marcus. She couldn't even take it all in Her mouth. As Marcus was close to cumming, Miss Kate said how She liked swallowing. Marcus really liked that, but what he said next, Miss Kate REALLY liked.
"We gotta make sure your sissy bitch kisses you right after."
That was exactly what Miss Kate wanted to hear. She made Michael get close as She finished sucking Marcus. Michael saw Marcus convulse and his cum shoot in Her mouth. She took Her mouth off his cock, immediately kissing Michael after, Her mouth still wet and sticky with his cum. She kissed Her slave for several moments so he would get a good taste of a Real Man.
They headed to the bedroom, with Michael crawling behind them. He undressed his wife to be for Marcus. They kissed and fondled heavily on the bed, and Miss Kate got very aroused, and Marcus was getting hard again. Marcus had Her on Her back, fingering Her. He looked down at the slave on his knees. Marcus reached down, grabbing Michael by the hair, pulling him up. It hurt Michael, but Miss Kate loved how Marcus took charge. Marcus put the slave's face in between Her legs.
"Better get Her nice and wet for me," he said. "She's gonna need a lot of lubrication for my big cock."
"Yes Sir," Michael said, and went to work eating Her out. He worked harder than ever giving Her oral. She was already very wet just from Marcus, but Michael tried his best to get Her even wetter for when they fucked. Miss Kate couldn't wait anymore, wanted Marcus bad, motioned him over to mount Her. He pulled the slave off, and penetrated Her slowly. Despite Her wetness, it did hurt at first. But Marcus was VERY good, and soon it became the best sex She ever had. She moaned loud and often. She convulsed as She had orgasm after orgasm. She was breathless after he came in Her and pulled out. Then he said another perfect thing to the slave.
"Come lick Her clean girl," Marcus ordered. "You got a lot of cum to lick up."
Michael got between Miss Kate's legs again. She loved that Marcus ordered slave to do this, and that Marcus called him girl. Marcus was telling the truth too. He came a LOT in Her. The first lick to Miss Kate's pussy the cum hit Michael's tongue, seemingly endless.
Miss Kate laid back, very satisfied, and content watching Her slave eating a hearty cream pie. She had found the one who would be Her slave's "Best Man" at Her wedding.
End Part 2
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Still the same ongoing story, changed the title to reflect the changes that have been happening. I may do that from time to time.
Miss Kate Finds the "Best Man" For Her Fiance
Michael made the first real grave error since being made Miss Kate's slave. Shortly after he asked Her to marry him, he called up his friend John, told him the news, and asked John to be his best man at the wedding. John had seen the bra and panty pics of Michael on Facebook, didn't comment. John wasn't sure if Miss Kate had made him do that, if Michael had wanted it, or what. He was just happy if his friend was happy. Miss Kate was gorgeous, way out of Michael's league, so John was glad for Michael, and agreed. Trouble was, Michael had not asked Miss Kate permission to have John be the best man. She had other plans.
He found out part of Her plan shortly after asking John. She got all dressed up, and Her and Michael went to a bar downtown at Her sister Sara's suggestion. Miss Kate had never been there, but Sara swore by it. She said she had met several men there herself. They had the same taste in men, tall, dark and handsome, so Miss Kate looked forward to going.
They got there, and were the only two white people in the bar. Miss Kate smiled. She had never dated or had sex with a black man, but had wanted to for years. They certainly stuck out. The men were checking Miss Kate out, but weren't crazy about Michael being there. Her being with another male kept some away, but She brought him along with a clear purpose. She wanted men who embraced him being a slave and cuck.
A few approached, but were put off when the conversation turned to Michael, and it was revealed he was the fiancé. Finally one attractive man came up to Her, and asked why She was here with him.
"Well," She explained. "He does what I say. And he's not enough to satisfy me. I need more."
This was enough for him to sit down next to Her, especially when Michael just bowed his head in disgrace. They had a few drinks, and the man was still too put off by the slave, so Miss Kate had to move it forward.
"Do you just wanna come back to my place?" She asked him. "I'm incredibly horny, we could have a lot of fun."
To show him, She kissed him hard, and he responded quite well. They were in bed within the hour.
He was a wonderful kisser. She wondered about the stereotype, and it was proven true, when She went to give him a blow job, and saw his rather large cock. He also knew how to use it, and was a very good lover. However, She remained underwhelmed. The reason being was his response to Her slave. He didn't like having the slave around, felt odd to him having another male in the room. She enjoyed the night, but would not see him again. She wanted to go back to that bar though. Find a black man who enjoyed humiliating Her slave as much as She did.
"We're going shopping tonight," She told Michael after Her lover left. "I'm going to get a new, sexy dress, and we're going back to that bar. I wanna find a regular fuck. Maybe even find a man who can be the best man at our wedding. Now THAT would be fun."
His heart raced, he knew he messed up. Why didn't he realize he should have asked Her first before asking John? Now, he knew he had to confess. He sheepishly told Her what he did. She was furious.
"Get the belt," Was all She said after he told Her. He retrieved it from the closet, then was made to get on all fours with his ass up.
"You should know by now," She said, cracking the belt. "You do NOT make decisions like this without my permission."
It came down hard on his ass. She whipped him before, and hard. This was even worse.
"Are you stupid?" Three more hard hits.
"Yes Miss Kate, I'm sorry."
She knew this kind of insubordination had to be dealt with, so She had to make it bad for him. Full on, fifteen minute beating, making Her sweat even. By the end, he had tears in his eyes, and his ass was bright red. She was very wet Herself, it did turn Her on. Normally She would have Her slave eat Her out now, but that would be too much of a treat for him. She made him kneel in the closet for a few hours, and used a vibrator to take care of it.
He did learn his lesson, and was grateful for the punishment. It would make him a better slave. Miss Kate told him he would be calling John to tell him the news as soon as She found a new best man. That would happen that night at the bar. She was about to meet an amazing black man who was perfect.
End Part 1
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Kate Makes Michael Her Cuck Part 12
Michael thought it possible Miss Kate might slow down and take fewer lovers now, but they were engaged for just a week, and She had three men over that week. His consolation was, She was happy, so he didn't mind too much.
Miss Kate had only told Her sister Sara so far about the engagement, and was about to announce it to everyone, but decided to wait until after She told Michael's sister. She got such an unexpected positive response from Danielle regarding Michael's sissy pics they were still texting. Miss Kate invited her over, telling Michael to dress proper. She wasn't sure how his sister would react seeing him in bra and panties around the house, as She always kept him.
Danielle was friendlier now. They clashed before simply because they both had Dominant personalities. Now that brought them closer. They made small talk for a few minutes before Michael came in to say hi.
"I was almost expecting him to be dressed as a sissy," Danielle told Miss Kate. "Figured you would keep him that way."
"Go get your uniform," Miss Kate told Michael, very happy Danielle seemed encouraging of this. Michael got nervous, not wanting his sister to know he dressed as a French maid to do his housework. He got the uniform out of the bedroom closet, came back to join them in the kitchen.
"Oh that's too perfect," Danielle said, seeing it.
"Put it on," Miss Kate told Michael. He looked flustered, unsure whether or not to go in the other room to change or not. "Right here. Make it quick."
He took off his shirt and pants, revealing his bra and panties. So very embarrassed like this in front of his sister. Danielle noticed the lack of bulge in the panties.
"Oh, I'm so sorry for you," She told Miss Kate. "He seemed lacking in the Facebook pictures. Up close it's really noticeable."
"Thank you," Miss Kate said. "I have ways to get satisfied."
He put on the uniform, including his fishnet stockings and heels. Stood there in front of them, being inspected.
"Very nice,' Danielle said. "I see you've made him maintain the shaved legs. Good. I presume you make him do all the chores, which he should."
At that point Danielle noticed the dog bowls on the kitchen floor, and smiled. She knew they didn't have a dog.
"Are those for him?" She asked.
Miss Kate decided to test the waters further, see how Danielle would react.
"They are," Miss Kate said, then to Michael, "Fill your bowl, and eat while we chat."
Danielle was interested to see him eat his meal out of a dog bowl, but kept talking to Miss Kate, until she noticed WHAT he was putting in his bowl. Dog food. Michael still hated eating it, and now would be made to in front of her. He filled it, set his bowl on the floor, got on all fours, and began eating. Still gagging some.
"Oh wow," Danielle said. "That's amazing. Do you make him have that for every meal?"
"No," Miss Kate said. "I'm not sure how healthy that would be. Typically a few times a week."
"Oh, you should make him eat dog food every meal," Danielle said. "You can supplement his diet with vitamins to keep him healthy, but twice daily he should be eating that."
Miss Kate loved that. Michael wanted to cry. No more real food, only this from now on, and suggested by his own sister! He knew she looked down on him due to his weak nature. She was very much like Miss Kate, liked strong Alpha Males. A sissy slave like him was to be looked down on.
So, Miss Kate told Danielle about the engagement. Danielle was happy, but expressed concern about Michael satisfying Her. So, Miss Kate got behind Michael, lifted his skirt, showing his "Property of Miss Kate" tattoo, then proceeded to tell her everything. Her taking other lovers, and him being a full fledged slave, and cuck.
"Oh Kate," Danielle said after hearing the whole story. "You and I just may become best friends."
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Kate Makes Michael Her Cuck Part 11
Miss Kate partly judged Her lovers by how well they handled Her boyfriend Michael being there. Some seemed only to tolerate it to sleep with Her, some seemed to actually enjoy it, and embarrassing him. The worst ones just couldn't handle it. Those She typically would only see once, and put Her slave in the closet, with the door cracked so he could still see and hear. Him on his knees as His girlfriend enjoyed Herself. What She craved the most was finding a man who truly embraced it all, and enjoyed it as much as She did.
Since Miss Kate told Michael he had to ask permission to masturbate, he was scared to do so. He was intimidated by Her, and he didn't want to ask too often. Being around Her turned him on considerably, and touching Her, kissing Her, especially eating Her out, made him very aroused. He simply had to wait it out, often suffering blue balls. She sometimes noticed his precum through his panties, but knew Her slave was obedient enough to ask. He finally did after a week. He had just finished worshipping Her feet, and asked.
"You may," Miss Kate told him. "I thought you might be asking me daily, but I like weekly even better. You may ask weekly, but don't expect me to always say yes."
"Yes Miss Kate, thank You."
He saw his error now. He could have been asking daily, and She may have let him. Now, since he set the precedent, he could only even just ask weekly, and even that was not guaranteed. He went to the bathroom for relief.
He pondered how to ask Her to marry him. First off, he could not buy Her a ring. Each week he gave Her his paycheck, She controlled the finances. He simply had to ask, and hope She said yes. The "Property of Miss Kate" tattoo on his ass meant he was Hers for life anyway.
He picked a morning after one of Her lovers had left. She had a great time, and engaged in one of Her favorite activities, having Her slave go down on Her after She fucked Her lover, making him eat a creampie. They were alone, he was kissing Her feet, kneeling, and asked permission to speak.
"You may slave."
"Thank You Miss Kate," he was nervous. "I love You so much Miss Kate, and wanna be with You forever, and be Yours forever. Will You marry me Miss Kate?"
He kissed Her feet waiting for Her reply. She was silent for some time. She stood up, told him to come with Her. He crawled after Her, following Her into the bathroom. Only wearing panties, She took those down. He loved that, and would love to go down on Her again, but wanted even more to get an answer. She stood above him, looking gorgeous.
"Keep you mouth open slave," She said. He wasn't sure what was going on, but opened his mouth. Then the warm piss hit him. Momentary shock, but he kept his mouth open as most of Her stream got in there.
"Swallow as your mouth fills up," She told him. He did, still not able to catch all of it, but enough to please Her. It tasted a little bitter, but it was Miss Kate, and he kind of liked it. She finally stopped peeing on him.
"That was just another way for me to mark My property slave," She told him. "And also, it was a yes."
"Thank You Miss Kate!" he was giddy. "Thank You for saying yes, and thank You for the golden shower."
"I quite enjoyed it Myself," She said, and was aroused. "This will be part of our daily routine. Now lick My feet clean."
Some of the piss that had gotten on the floor had gotten on Her feet, and he licked it off. Once Her feet were clean, She made him lick the floor clean of the piss that had spilled there. It took him some time, so his Owner, and soon to be wife, went back to bed. She laid there thinking of new ways to be wicked and use a slave husband.
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Kate Makes Michael Her Cuck Part 10
Michael put on his brand new French maid uniform per Miss Kate's orders to do his housework. He stood in front of Her for inspection. Something wasn't quite right. Her slave looked good enough, especially with his legs now shaved, but something was off. It was the bare feet.
"You need shoes," She told him. "High heels. You may change to regular clothes to go out and buy some. I want you to get black heels that will look good with your maid uniform. Also, get some fishnet stockings. Make it quick. I want the house looking good for my date tonight."
His shoe shopping trip was almost worse than the Facebook pic of him in bra and panties. At least with Facebook, he was safe at home, and with Miss Kate. Now he was all alone, forced to go into a woman's shoe store. A sales woman approached him, asked who he was buying for. He went red with embarrassment before speaking.
"Um, myself," he told her. "I have to get some black high heels to wear."
"Over there," She told him, pointing to a row of heels, looking at him with pity. Normally she would be more helpful, but left this one to his own devices.
He had no idea what size women's shoe he wore. Worried about stretching out some of the shoes, he started big trying them on and worked down, getting more embarrassed with every pair he tried on in front of everyone. He finally found a pair that fit, quickly paid and left.
Not thinking to go into a store like Walmart, he ended up in another women's store to get his fishnet stockings, also getting looked down on there. Thinking his ordeal finally over, he got a text from Miss Kate 'Get condoms before coming home. Some men may wana use them. Get a lot, varieties, some Magnums too'.
That was embarrassing too. He had to ask the cashier for them, asking for several different kinds. Might have been in his mind, but he swore he got a funny look when he asked for the Magnum condoms. He felt he had to explain, like she knew he was not big enough to need them.
"Uhh, not for me ... My girlfriend wanted them for ... friends."
The cashier just shook her head, rang him up.
Miss Kate's newest lover arrived. He was somewhat surprised to see Michael there, assuming he would be out. But Michael was just like his Facebook pic, in bra and panties (out of his Maid uniform now his chores done). So, the latest man just shrugged and went with the flow, as Miss Kate was very willing, and Michael posed absolutely no threat.
Miss Kate felt that would be a good benchmark with how She chose new lovers, how well they took Her slave's presence. She liked him around to humiliate him. Some men might be more into it than others, but all who were with Her must al least tolerate it. Those who actually enjoyed the slave around got preferential treatment.
He left the next morning, and Miss Kate had Her slave eat Her out good afterwards. Typically, if Miss Kate was satisfied, it was unspoken, but She let Michael have a few minutes to masturbate after giving Her oral. She didn't give him sex, so it was the only way he got off. He did so this morning, but She followed him to the bathroom, watched him stroke his tiny penis for a minute.
"Stop," She commanded. He did immediately. "I've been a bit too lenient with this."
She now touched his penis, something She never did. He almost came.
"I allow you to relieve yourself pretty freely. I have, til now, because you have no other means. Now, I really love sucking cock, but I need a MAN'S cock. Have you ever even had your tiny thing sucked?"
"No Miss Kate."
"I thought not. I'm going to be real honest and blunt with you right now. You never ever will. You're way too tiny, it will never happen."
"Yes Miss Kate, I understand."
"A shame too. I'm VERY good at it. I go slow, get it real wet and take it all in my mouth," She was still touching his penis, he was about to burst. "And love to swallow too. As for actual sex, well, again, you're so tiny, I doubt I would even feel it in me if I ever let you."
She pulled his panties up, covering the tiny penis in question, patting it one last time through the silky material.
"So, back to you masturbating," She went on. "From now on, you must ask permission. Every time you wish to masturbate you have to ask. Now, don't get all needy and ask all the time, I would get sick of that. You're my slave now, that means I own your little penis too now, got it?"
"Yes Miss Kate,' he said. She walked away. His balls ached, incredibly sore needing release. The one thing that gave him hope was subtle. Although She said he would never get sucked, She never specifically said sex was out of the question. He looked in the mirror at his "Property of Miss Kate" tattoo. He was Hers for life now, and really did love Her, even being Her slave now, and even though She had other lovers. That moment he decide to ask Her to marry him. Uncertain if She would, but he might get to be more intimate with Her if they were.
End Part 10
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Kate Makes Michael Her Cuck Part 9
Michael dreaded seeing what the response to the Facebook picture of him in bra and panties would be. Miss Kate was immersed in it, already reading all the comments, and responding. He finally got to see the pic She posted, and the note She posted with it:
Walked in on the boyfriend today in my bra and panties. Decided to take a pic and post it, see what people thought, and what I should do with him.
Not true really, She of course makes him dress like that. She posted on Her page and linked it on his. Very little negativity really, more support for Miss Kate. Michael was mortified to see how many people commented and liked the pic or laughed at it. So many saw it! A lot of his friends, and She had a lot more friends than him, so between both of them, a lot of people saw the picture.
A lot of the comments from some of the men were along the lines of 'what a pussy, you need a real man, send me your number'. That's exactly what Miss Kate wanted, some potential lovers to choose from.
Ironically no one suggested She break up with him. Some did respond to Her question, what should She do with him. She looked over some She liked, and decided on one to do. A friend of Hers suggested making Michael shave his legs. His hairy legs didn't fit the bra and panty ensemble, shaved legs would suit him. Miss Kate was happy with the big response She got, especially from the friends of his. Her intent was to expose him after he stupidly had panties on when Her sister came over. As She looked over more comments, one made Her giddy. Michael's sister, liked the photo, and commented, 'Suits him, I should have known'. And then, after the comment about him shaving his legs, his sister liked that as well. Miss Kate really wanted someone in his family to see, just like Her sister did. She actually thought his sister didn't like Her. It wasn't that really. Miss Kate and Michael's sister Danielle simply both had Dominant personalities, and clashed some. Now they both saw his sub and even slave nature, and might even get close.
He was ordered to shave his legs. After this was done, another pic was taken and posted on Facebook. Him in bra and panties again, but now his legs nice and shaved clean, more femme than ever. So many likes and comments right away, including Danielle. Miss Kate took a chance, texted Danielle, said they should get together soon, Danielle said they should.
Miss Kate looked over some of the men's profiles She liked. Friends on Facebook She knew somewhat. She chose three and liked their comments. She told Michael to look them over, and to like the comment of the one for Her to pick as Her next lover. He chose carefully, considering what She liked, picking the man who was tall and very handsome. She messaged him Her number, and he responded quickly. They texted for several minutes, before Miss Kate talked to Michael.
"You did good slave," She said, caressing his now smooth legs. "He's coming over tonight. He's just the first though. I learned from Ben, it's best to have several lovers."
"Yes Miss Kate."
"Good boy." She smacked his ass where he just got the tattoo. It was still tender, he winced.
""You're dying to know what your tattoo is aren't you slave?" She asked.
"Yes Miss Kate,' he replied. "If You will allow it."
She led him to the bathroom, had him turn around so his ass was to the mirror, allowed him to see his mark for the first time. He turned his head to see "Property of Miss Kate" on his right ass cheek. He was shocked, marked for life as Her property.
"What do you think slave?" She asked.
"I love it. Thank You Miss Kate."
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Kate makes Michael Her Cuck Part 8
The public humiliation began simply enough, and with Michael working a little too much, and losing track of time. He was told the night before that Miss Kate's sister Sara would be coming over at noon. Miss Kate kept him in panties around the house, but he was supposed to be covered when Sara got there.
Sometimes Sara knocked, sometimes she just came in. She actually even knocked this time, shortly after noon. Michael was in the living room, but didn't hear, as he was vacumming. So, Sara let herself in, saw her sister's boyfriend doing chores wearing panties. He was intent on his work and didn't even see her for a few minutes. He turned the vacuum off, and turned around and was very startled.
"What do we have here?" Sara said, smiling. Michael's face was red with embarrassment. Then he felt fear because Miss Kate would find out about Sara seeing him like this. Michael froze for a moment, then thought it best to go to the bedroom to put pants on over his panties. But before he could, Miss Kate walked in the living room. She saw the secret was out.
"What did I tell you?" She said to Michael angrily. "I told you to put pants on over the panties before she got here."
"I'm sorry Miss Kate," he said. He kneeled now before Her. "I lost track of time and - "
"I don't want excuses, I want you to listen! Now I have to do something about this."
Sara was piecing it together. The boyfriend in panties, doing chores, and now kneeling and groveling, calling her Miss Kate.
"Kate," Sara said. "Interesting setup you have here."
"Oh," Miss Kate said, remembering Sara was there now. "Sorry you had to see that."
"Don't be sorry," Sara replied. "This is pretty amazing. I really didn't think he was your type, but now I get it. You made him your slave."
"I guess so," Miss Kate said. She had never called it that before, but the thought had crossed Her mind.
"This kind of explains you and - " Sara mouthed 'Ben' so Michael wouldn't hear.
"Ben?" Miss Kate said it aloud. "Oh he knows. We stayed over his house one weekend, Michael cleaned his house."
Miss Kate and Sara both laughed.
"You made him a cuck too? That's amazing." Now both words had finally been said. Michael was a slave and cuck.
"Well, I like my men to be a lot more ... manly." Miss Kate told her.
"You're a size Queen aren't you?" Sara said. "Me too! A man's gotta be well endowed to please me. And I didn't exactly see a bulge in his panties."
"Not at all," Miss Kate said. "He's very good at oral though, but I don't let him near me with his little thing."
"What else do you make him do?" Sara was wildly curious now.
Miss Kate mulled it over, decided to let Sara in on it. They sat on the couch. Michael was still kneeling. Miss Kate dangled Her shoe, Her eyes went from Michael to Her shoes. He was trained well enough now to know that meant lick Her shoes clean. He felt ashamed doing it in front of Sara, but still did his duty. Sara laughed as Michael began licking the shoe clean.
"I love that!" Sara said. "What else?"
"Michael," Miss Kate said to him. "It's lunch time. Are you hungry?"
"Yes Miss Kate," he said reluctantly. He knew given that She was showing off Her power, it meant dog food. They all went into the kitchen. At first Sara thought he would just be made to eat regular food from a dog bowl. But then she saw him opening up the dog food can.
"No way!" Sara said. "I won't believe it til I see it."
She saw it soon enough. Michael filled his bowl, got on all fours, and had dog food for lunch. He still gagged on it.
"I love all of this," Sara told Miss Kate. "So many possibilities for you now. Who are you seeing since Ben got transferred?"
"No one, unfortunately."
"Oh you should! It's so easy to find a man willing. You can find lovers, no strings stuff, and not have to deal with their bullshit. I do, I just don't have a little cucky slave like you."
"I still have to deal with what he did today,' Miss Kate said. "Things turned out well, I'm glad you found out, but the fact remains, I told him to be covered when you got here."
"Post pics?" Sara offered. "Somewhere people he knows will see. Seems an appropriate punishment. Your sister found out, now people he knows finds out. Him in his panties."
"I like that," Miss Kate said. "A pic of him on Facebook would be great."
"Damn," Sara said. "Everyone will see that one! But I like it."
"Michael," Miss Kate commanded. "Stand up." She got Her phone out.
"Miss Kate," He said sheepishly. "Please don't, at least not on Facebook."
Miss Kate was stunned at his insubordination.
"What did you just say? Do NOT question me. For that, you will also wear a bra. Go get one of mine that matches those panties. Got anymore backtalk? If so, I will have you in high heels next."
"No Miss Kate, I'm sorry." He went to fetch a bra. He realized he was wearing pink panties. Possibly the worst, for a pic to be posted. He found one of Her pink bras to go with it, put it on. He came back, posed for a few pictures. Miss Kate and Sara picked one they liked, and posted it on Facebook.
"How far do you wanna go with all this?" Sara asked Miss Kate. They wanted to let the picture sit for a while, see what comments it got.
"I do wanna go farther," Miss Kate said. "I like the situation. He's a good maid, great at oral. I know he loves me, and I do care about him."
"You do have a nice setup," Sara said. "Sounds like you wanna stay with him. It's perfect. We just have to find you some men to do what he can't. I may be able to help. Our tastes are the same. I like tall dark and handsome too, well hung men."
She looked at Michael, he was none of those things. Cute at best, but petite (good for wearing his bra and panties).
"I have some ideas,' Sara said. "I should tell you in private."
Miss Kate sent Michael to the bedroom so they could talk. They talked for some time. Michael could only imagine the wicked things they were dreaming up. He was quite worried about that, and the Facebook photo that was now up.
He was let out of the bedroom as Sara was leaving. They were saying their goodbyes.
"Do those two things TODAY for sure." Sara told Miss Kate before she left. Michael was told to get dressed, they were going out.
He didn't know where until they got to the tattoo parlor. Miss Kate didn't have any tattoos, maybe Sara talked Her into getting one? They went in, went in back and met with a tattoo artist.
"Pants down," Miss Kate told Michael. "Lay on the table face down. It will be on your ass."
He obeyed, now realizing he was stupid not to know he was the one getting a tattoo. He took his pants off, revealing his panties. They were G-string, so he figured he could keep them on, most of his ass was exposed. She took the artist aside, Michael couldn't hear the discussion. After he heard what She wanted, he saw Michael in panties, figured it was ok, went to work. It hurt more than he thought it would, and took some time. Miss Kate looked it over when it was done.
"Perfect,' She said, then had Michael pay for the tattoo he still didn't know what it was.
Next stop was a higher end sex shop. This seemed more promising. Michael was glad to get out of the car, as sitting on his fresh tattoo hurt. Miss Kate approached the sales woman.
"I'm looking for a sissy maid uniform for my slave here," She told her.
"We have several styles," the woman told her, smiling. "What color were you looking for?"
Pink, of course. The woman found them one mostly pink with white ruffles. Michael went into a changing room, and had to come out to show Miss Kate. She made him spin around. She liked it, the sales woman was amused. Miss Kate lifted Michael's skirt, showing off his tattoo. They both laughed. She took the opportunity to take a photo of the tattoo for Sara.
They went home after that. Miss Kate took Sara's advice, did the two things she suggested that day, the tattoo, and the maid uniform. Both things to put Michael in his place even more. Miss Kate finally checked the response to the Facebook picture She posted.
"Oh wow," She said. "Get on Facebook slave. SO many fun comments. Looks like everyone saw your sissy pics."
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Kate makes Michael Her Cuck Part 7
Miss Kate was not so much depressed at losing Her lover, but disappointed. She felt She had the perfect situation. An Alpha male to be Her lover, and keep Her satisfied in bed, while not having to deal with the ego that may have went along with him. And She had Michael, Her eager to please boyfriend, while not manly enough to satisfy a lot of Her desires, was dedicated and pliable.
So, She was frustrated, and began taking it out on Michael. Worked him twice as hard, and She wasn't easy on him before. He was constantly doing chores around the house per Her orders. Any leisure time he may have had was now totally gone. Still not enough for Her.
She stood over him one day, him on his hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. Wearing his panties of course. She suddenly felt the frustration build looking at his ass in panties. She went to the bedroom closet, got a leather belt, returned to the kitchen.
"Don't move," She told him standing over him again. He froze, obeying. "Why are you ... like you are?"
"I'm not sure I understand the question Miss Kate." He said. His back was to Her, didn't see the belt in Her hand, so when it came down on his ass, it was surprise.
"What I mean is, such a pathetic, panty wearing, thing." The belt hit his ass, harder.
He wasn't really sure what the question was. His silence got him another hit.
"Why aren't you more of a man?"
Harder.
"There's no way"
Harder.
"What's in your panties."
Harder.
"Can ever satisfy me!"
Harder and harder. Michael knew to keep silent now, let Miss Kate do this, and get it out. It was starting to really hurt now too, and making his ass red. She found Herself getting aroused. She went on for several more minutes, before stopping, and then ordering Michael to give Her oral pleasure. It felt very good for Her after She whipped him. She had Her orgasm, told him to get back to chores.
"At least you're good at that," She told him. "But I need a real man, and soon."
She went for a walk after. She loved all Her free time since Her boyfriend was Her maid now. It was a very nice early summer day, and She took Her walk barefoot. She realized how dirty Her feet had gotten when coming back home. She called Michael over to kneel. She put Her dirty feet up to show him.
"Lick them clean." She ordered.
He obeyed without question. She saw his tongue get black with dirt as he licked and licked. In the end, Her feet were totally clean. Michael's panties had a wet spot. She wondered how far She could go with him. She told him to get a pen and paper to make the grocery shopping list. He knelt as She dictated the list. Pretty standard stuff. The only thing that perplexed Michael was when She had him add dog bowls and a dozen cans of dog food. They didn't have a dog, but maybe She had decided to get one? Might make Her feel better about not seeing Ben anymore. Didn't dawn on Michael he was the dog.
He put the groceries away, putting the dog food in the cupboard, then started on Her dinner. He never ate with Her now, only massaged Her feet as She ate. He typically got what She didn't finish after. or a simple meal like a sandwich. She ate all Her dinner, so he was just cleaning up now, decided to ask Her about the dog.
"Miss Kate?" he asked. "Did you wanna go look for dogs tomorrow? We could make a day of it, could be fun."
"Look for dogs?" She seemed puzzled, but then remembered. "Oh the dog food. Oh no, why would I? I have you. Ready for dinner?"
His heart sank. She couldn't really want him to do that could She?
"Miss Kate? Is my dinner ... I have to eat the dog food?"
She put on Her wicked smile. That meant yes. He got out the dog bowl, the a can of the dog food. Opened it, smelled so bad! He took a spoon, got it all in the bowl.
"Put your bowl on the floor, do it right," She said. He obeyed. This meant he had to get on all fours too. He put his face above the bowl, didn't think he could do this.
"Don't dawdle, eat your dinner." She said, looking intently. He took a very small bite, nearly gagged. Tried another, bigger bite, gagged even worse.
"Don't you DARE throw up. Be a good boy, and eat your dinner, ALL of it."
He took a few small bites, could barely swallow it down. The texture was bad, the smell was horrific. He got the idea to hold his nose, it was a little better. That worked for a minute, but then Miss Kate took Her foot, put it on the back if his head, pushed his face in the dog food. He tried eating fast to end this, but simply couldn't. He could only swallow small bits at a time. It took him ages to finish dinner.
"You did good," She told him after. That made him feel good, pleasing Her. "Now I want you to kneel here for a while, with that taste in your mouth. All this has gotten me quite turned on. Don't want you near me with dog food breath, so I'll take care of myself this time."
She retired to the bedroom. He still felt sick after all that, but more importantly, Miss Kate was happy, and despite what Michael had to endure, She was aroused by it.
He was allowed in the bedroom later, after brushing his teeth. Often he would massage and lightly kiss Her feet all night long, only occasionally sleeping himself. That night it seemed She would let him sleep. He was going to get on the bed with Her, She stopped him.
"I've thought about it," She said. "When I let you sleep now, it will be on the floor now. Bed is for Me, and any lovers I may have."
So, after that night, Michael slept on the floor.
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Kate Makes Michael Her Cuck Part 6
Miss Kate saw Michael as quite pathetic now, and he got treated as such more and more. His first indication was the next day after Ben had stayed over. He had showered, went to dress, and was grateful to get out of the panties She had him in. He opened his drawer, and saw She had taken it over, all Her underwear in there now. So, he had to ask Her where She had put his things.
"I don't understand what you mean," She looked perplexed when asked about it.
"Well You put Your panties in what used to be my underwear drawer," he explained. "Which is fine of course. I was just wondering where You put my underwear. I was getting dressed."
"Those ARE your things now," She said. "Several of my old panties, you will be wearing now. I threw out all your "male" underwear. Doesn't seem right you wearing them."
She looked down at his tiny penis, shook Her head.
"Yes Miss Kate, You're right." He went to put on his panties, the only underwear he would be wearing now.
Pretty good week for Miss Kate, but Michael was worked hard. After coming home from his job, he was to prepare Her dinner, and serve it to Her, while giving Her a foot massage. He only had a few minutes to eat himself, so usually table scraps, then cleanup. Then all the household chores as Miss Kate relaxed. And every night at some point, he would be made to kneel and lick clean the shoes She had worn that day. Seeing Her boyfriend do that reminded Her when Michael licked Ben's shoes clean after he had slept with Her. She very much looked forward to staying at Ben's this weekend. Michael was not. He was going too, to clean Ben's house and whatever service Miss Kate wanted him to do. She saw Michael was upset when She talked to Ben on the phone.
"Don't pout," She told him. "You're my boyfriend, I do care about you. But he's a great lover, and simply a better man than you. He can satisfy me in ways you never can."
"Yes Miss Kate," Michael said. He did like the part about Her caring about him.
"Before we go to his house this weekend, you should get him a gift too," Miss Kate said. "Sort of appreciation, a thank you to him for making me feel so good. A nice gift too, and a card."
"Yes Miss Kate," Michael said. Ashamed again, now he had to get the man fucking his girlfriend a gift for doing it so well.
They arrived at Ben's early Saturday. Miss Kate and Ben kissed passionately once in the door. Michael wasn't sure if he should kneel, but Miss Kate liked him kneeling, so he did, clutching Ben's gift. They broke their embrace, Miss Kate said Michael had a gift. Michael handed Ben the nicely wrapped gift and card. Ben opened up the card first. It was a thank you card, blank inside, that Michael had to write inside:
Dear Sir,
Thank you very much for being so good to my girlfriend and satisfying Her in ways I never can. You are truly a Real Man, and I could never be as good as you.
Ben read it aloud, and him and Miss Kate liked what Michael wrote.
"He's in panties now every day," Miss Kate told Ben. Ben had Michael take his pants off so he was doing housework in panties all day, as Ben opened his gift. An elegant, fairly expensive watch. Ben seemed to like it.
"It's engraved too Sir," Michael said.
Ben looked at the engraving 'To a Great Man'. Ben was satisfied.
"Very good," He said. "Now get your girlfriend naked for me, and you can start cleaning my house."
Michael obeyed, lovingly stripping Miss Kate for Her lover. After She was naked, and they began kissing again, Michael got to work.
He did a great deal of the house as most of Saturday they spent in the bedroom behind closed doors. Michael worked hard, doing a good job for Ben. He came out of the bedroom Saturday evening, looking around as Michael kneeled when Ben did his inspection.
"Not too bad," Ben finally said. "Bedroom now."
Michael hoped he would be able to be involved somehow, even just kissing Miss Kate's feet would be great right now. But Ben told him to open the closet. Inside he saw half a dozen pairs of shoes.
"I don't think my shoes have ever been cleaner than when he licked them clean last week," Ben said to Miss Kate. "Gonna have him do all my shoes."
"Oh yes," Miss Kate said. "I don't let him stop until they're like new again."
So, Michael did NOT get to participate. He spent all night licking Ben's shoes clean as they made passionate love. He occasionally saw them out of the corner of his eye, the light catching Ben's new watch as he made Miss Kate moan over and over.
The next day, Miss Kate was given the bad news. Ben held off telling Her, as to not ruin Her weekend. Work had transferred him to another state. This week would be his last there. Miss Kate was sad losing Her lover, but She would be taking it out on Michael.
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Kate makes Michael Her Cuck Part 5
Michael was up all night, kneeling at the bedroom door. Miss Kate and Ben were up most of the night, having passionate sex, and both seeming to enjoy it a lot, by what Michael could hear through the door.
Ben stirred first in the morning, opening the bedroom door, emerging totally naked.
"Good morning Sir," Michael said to Ben, Michael caught a glimpse of Ben's cock, couldn't help it. Even flaccid, it was so much bigger than Michael's. Ben used the bathroom as Miss Kate began to wake. Miss Kate called for Her usual breakfast in bed, and told Michael to ask Ben what he wanted for breakfast.
Michael went to the bathroom, only to find Ben pissing with the door open.
"Oh sorry to bother you Sir,' Michael said. "But I wanted to know what you wanted for breakfast. I'm going to serve you and Miss Kate breakfast in bed."
Ben finished peeing, washed his hands, stood in front of Michael his cock dangling just inches away.
"Eggs, toast, coffee, maybe some cereal," Ben said. "Not sure what I'm in the mood for, just make me a variety of things."
"Yes Sir," Michael said and headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for his girlfriend and Her lover. Because Ben wanted to try several things, it took Michael some time. He finally finished, and brought in the trays to the bedroom.
They didn't eat much of it. Nibbled some, but after a few hours rest, were ready to go at it again. Michael had been massaging Miss Kate's feet per usual during breakfast time, but then Ben mounted Her for sex, and Michael stopped, as to not interfere, plus it would seem odd doing it while they had sex. Miss Kate had other ideas though.
"I didn't say stop," Miss Kate told Michael as She began having sex with Ben. "In fact, suck on my toes now. That will feel amazing while I'm being fucked."
Michael did love sucking Her toes, but now he had to take care as Ben's feet mingled with Hers. Michael got in there though, enhancing Miss Kate's pleasure during sex. As they got more passionate, Ben's foot would occasionally brush Michael's face, a few times even hitting his face hard. They were finally done, as Ben got off Miss Kate, laid down on his side of the bed.
"Michael," Miss Kate said right after. "Come here." She snapped Her fingers, spread Her legs. Michael knew that meant to service Her orally. Michael was initially excited to do so, one of his favorite things, but it dawned on him Ben just came inside Her, Miss Kate no longer on the pill. But Michael wasn't about to disobey. He started off more tentative than usual, but could feel Her about to say something before She even did, so he began eating Her out with more passion, and got his first taste of a creampie. Ben's cum was still very much in Miss Kate, and now Michael had to lick much of that as he went down on Her. A lot more cum than when Michael kissed Her after the blowjob. He thought he even felt some get in his mouth, and had no choice but to swallow it down, as he didn't dare stop to spit it out. He finally made Her orgasm.
"Did I taste good this morning after Ben fucked me?" Miss Kate asked, smiling.
"Yes Miss Kate thank You. Thank You Sir."
Miss Kate and Ben had a good laugh, and Ben announced he had to go. Miss Kate was disappointed, She wanted him to stay. He said he had errands to run this Sunday morning. Getting his car washed, grocery shopping, getting his house cleaned.
"Stay, he can do all that," Miss Kate said, meaning Michael. "At least washing your car and doing your shopping. And maybe next week we can stay at your place, and have him clean. He' been the maid around here for a while."
Michael was, very much so. he had a long list of household chores, literally everything, so Miss Kate could relax when She was home. Ben agreed to stay.
He still had the taste of cum in his mouth, but at least he got to wear pants over his panties to go outside and wash Ben's car. He didn't realize how that looked until a neighbor saw him, asked if him or Miss Kate got a new car.
"Um, no, this is a ... friend of Hers, stayed over last night," Michael said.
"Oh that man that came last night? Why are you washing his car?" The neighbor was going to ask more, but while she may not have known the term, realized Michael may have been a cuck. She quickly made an excuse to leave.
Miss Kate and Ben had a few hours alone time as Michael washed his car and shopped for him. Now he really did have to go, to put away groceries. Miss Kate wanted to put Michael in his place one more time. She saw Ben's shoes on the floor.
"Before you go," She said to Ben, "we should have him clean your shoes. He did an amazing job licking my shoes clean before our date."
They enjoyed another 45 minutes together as Michael was on his knees licking Ben's shoes clean, top and bottom. The word hadn't been spoken yet, but Miss Kate saw him as a slave now, and Michael was feeling like one more and more.
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Kate Makes Michael Her Cuck Part 4
The actual date didn't last long. Miss Kate and Ben got a quick bite, and came back to Her place to have sex. Michael was still in the panties Miss Kate made him wear early that night. He feared if he changed or tried putting pants over them, She would be angry. Ben was focused on kissing on Miss Kate, so it took him a few minutes to notice. When he did, he had a long good laugh.
"Oh baby," he said to Miss Kate. "That's so good! You're so wicked!"
"Yes well, that little man doesn't have what you have baby," She said. They tumbled onto the couch. Miss Kate got his pants down quickly, revealing what She was talking about, Ben's very good sized cock. She could never imagine sucking Her boyfriend's Michael little thing, but simply loved giving Ben oral, and took him in her mouth as Michael was made to watch. Miss Kate was very good at it too, for a Real Man. Michael knew She would never do that to him. Miss Kate took Her time, enjoying blowing Ben, and teasing Michael. Ben finally came, and Miss Kate liked when Ben came in Her mouth. Immediately after, She approached Michael.
"He is SUCH an amazing Man," Miss Kate said, kissing Michael passionately, a little cum still on Her lips, and Michael knew he tasted some as their tongues intermingled.
"Now get her dress off for me," Ben told Michael after the kiss. Michael took it off so Ben could see Her beautiful body. Then Michael remembered the lingerie he had bought for their date night. He almost didn't wanna say anything, but wanted to please Miss Kate.
"Um, Sir?" Michael said to Ben. "We got some lingerie Miss Kate could wear for you tonight. I mean if you wanna see Her in it?"
"That sounds great," Ben chuckled. "Go help her put it on."
"Yes Sir." Michael said, and they both went into the bedroom. Michael helped Miss Kate put on Her new lingerie for Ben. Miss Kate looked down during this, saw Michael's panties were wet with precum.
"Oh my god! You got your panties wet like a girl! What even caused it? Tasting Ben's cum in my mouth? Calling him Sir?"
He never got a chance to answer as She brought Michael out to show Ben the wet spot. They had another good laugh at that. Then Ben noticed Her sexy lingerie, they began kissing again. Hands all over Her, he ended up ripping it off Her. Michael had just spent over $100 on that outfit, and Sir only got to enjoy it for a minute. They started to go to the bedroom, and had Michael follow, but stopped him at the door.
"Kneel here at the door tonight, so you can hear in case we need anything," Miss Kate said, and they went in and shut the door. What he mostly heard was Miss Kate and Ben going at it all night long, as his panties got wet again.
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Kate Makes Michael Her Cuck Part 3
Kate went on the pill right away after Ben's request. They were fucking nearly every night now. She wanted him cumming in her, and he certainly wanted to.
The weekend had arrived, and typically Kate and Ben didn't see each other then, usually only when they worked late, in the office. But they both wanted to get off that Saturday night. Michael found about their date when Kate announced the shopping trip Saturday morning.
"I need some new clothes for my date tonight," Kate told Michael. "Ben only sees me in office attire. I wanna look real hot for him tonight."
Despite them having been intimate for weeks now, Kate calling it a date seemed worse, but Michael didn't argue. He didn't wanna lose Kate.
They went to several stores, Kate trying on many sexy dresses, asking Michael if he thought Ben would like them. She finally got a very low cut red dress. In the same parking lot was a lingerie store.
"Did you wanna stop there too," Michael asked. "Maybe get some new lingerie too?"
"Oh good idea! Ben would like that."
Michael felt even worse her getting sexy lingerie for Ben, but he would get to see her in at least too. She spent over an hour in there, getting some spectacular bra and panty sets. Michael had to pay for it all.
Kate got ready for her date, Michael helped as much as he could. She looked so very sexy in her new red dress. She wanted to see how it looked with her red heels, had Michael get them out of the closet.
"Damn it!" She said looking at the heels. "These are too dirty, and I don't have time to buy new heels to go with this dress. Clean them up."
She tossed the shoes back at Michael. He went to go get a towel to clean them.
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"Getting something to clean your shoes with." He said sheepishly.
"Just lick them clean." She eyed him strongly to see how he would react. He knelt down.
"Yes Miss Kate." He said. First time he called Her Miss Kate. He started licking Her shoes clean. She sat back, watched him, another low for Her boyfriend, but it amused Her. He was doing well though, licking with gusto. The shoes were actually getting clean. He got the tops and sides practically sparkling. To Her delight, he then turned them over, began licking the bottoms clean too. As he did that, Miss Kate was curious about something. She undid his pants, felt to see his little penis was hard.
"You get excited licking My shoes clean, and for a date with another man?"
He was embarassed, didn't know what to say. She had gotten several new pars of panties today, and went to Her underwear drawer, found an older pair. After Michael finished licking the bottom of Her heels clean, she handed him the pink panties.
"Put these on." She said, smiling wickedly. He took them, hands shaking. Another new low as he slipped on his first par of panties.
"Suits you." She said. "You're 'hard', and not even a bulge in your panties. I'm so glad I'm seeing a Real Man tonight."
"Yes Miss Kate." He kissed Her feet as She left for Her date. Tonight would be the first night Miss Kate and Ben had sex in Michael's bed.
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Kate Makes Michael Her Cuck Part 2
The cleanup made Michael feel so embarrassed. They didn't even make a terrible mess. It was just the fact his girlfriend just fucked another man, and now he had to tidy up for them. The worst was the wet sticky spot. Had to be Ben's cum. Kate and Michael didn't have intercourse, so Kate wasn't on the pill. Ben must have had to pull out.
Later that evening Michael was giving Kate her usual before bed foot massage. Her phone rang. He knew from hearing her end of the conversation it was Ben.
"Yes I had a great time too baby."
"No, don't worry. You saw how he is, he does what I say. We've been dating for months and never had sex, he just goes down on me. It was great to have a Real Man finally."
"Well he's only like 4 inches fully hard. I don't let him near me with it."
A lot of laughter for that one. Michael was so humiliated, now Ben knew.
"Yes I'll be working late tomorrow too. He'll bring me food. I'll text you his number so you can tell him what to get you."
"Michael," Kate said hanging up, now texting Ben. "Get your phone to answer Ben. Be respectful when he texts."
Kate didn't let Michael have his phone in the room during her foot massages to prevent distractions. He went and got it after she said to do so. A few minutes later he got a text. Ben's dinner order for tomorrow night. Kate wanted something from another place. He would have to go to two different places, but he didn't complain. He remembered Kate saying be respectful, texted back, 'yes Sir'.
They really didn't work the next night. Too much pent up passion, especially on Kate's end. When Michael arrived with their food, they were already kissing and groping. They stopped briefly to eat the food while it was hot, flirting and snuggling. Kate finished her dinner first, took off more clothes, knelt before Ben, unzipped him. He was hard already. They had no qualms about fooling around in front of Kate's boyfriend now. After all, Michael had even bought his girlfriend's lover dinner and served it to him.
She was very excited to have a big cock to suck. Michael's tiny penis did nothing for her, so her giving him a blow job wasn't even discussed, or thought of. He even thought she didn't like doing it, but her enthusiasm as she took Ben in her mouth disproved that.
"Oh damn!" Ben said midway through his blowjob.
"What is it baby?" Kate asked stopping very briefly.
"I was gonna bring condoms so I wouldn't have to pull out when we fuck, but I forgot."
"it's ok, send Michael to the store."
Michael loathed the idea of running this errand, all so Ben could fuck his girlfriend, but he went. Ben said to hurry, Michael said he would.
He brought back two boxes of condoms, and was even made to open them for Ben. Just in time, as Ben was hard again and ready to fuck Kate. Michael wanted to look away, but found himself watching. How good it must have felt, Kate was so sexy. Ben lasted for some time too. When he was done, he pulled out, took off his condom, and threw it on a desk. Michael had to clean up after, picking up the cum filled condom to throw it out.
"You ever think about going on the pill?" Ben asked her. "I'm not real fond of using condoms."
"No reason to, before now," Kate said. "But I could, if you want."
"Oh yeah. I wanna cum inside you baby." They kissed as Michael continued to clean up.
End Part 2
More to come. Please send comments if you wish.
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I thought I would try my hand at writing erotica. Very much about a cuckold and slave dynamic. Please feel free to write me and comment.
Kate Makes Michael Her Cuck
Michael had been wanting to date Kate for ages. She was smart and beautiful, and best of all, just a little Dominant. He was very much a slave in nature. How much so even he didn't realize until dating her.
They met through mutual friends, and Kate knew Michael liked her, but she went for the tall, handsome, Alpha Male type. Michael was ok, but a little on the short and petite side for a guy, and certainly not an Alpha. But maybe that's what she needed right now. Just a guy who would do what SHE wanted.
It went pretty well. He adored her, and even worshipped her. Their first sexual encounter, Michael was giving Kate a back rub (he had soft hands). She was feeling amourous and she let him go down on her. He certainly knew how to give good oral. He absolutely loved it, and she got off every time. She didn't even consider intercourse with him for months.
But the day came, she was feeling generous. He had been so good, getting her off practically on command. Plus, she wanted sex this night. He got very excited when she told him they would be finally having sex. He got undressed, and she seemed angry upon seeing him fully nude.
"I don't turn you on?" She said to him.
"What? Of course you do honey!"
"Then why aren't you hard?" She pointed to his penis, now exposed.
"Um, I am hard ..." He blushed red.
"No way ..." She even touched it. "That's as big as you get??"
"I'm sorry honey."
"Ok," She sighed. "Just oral then I guess."
He went down on her, ashamed of his small penis.
A few weeks went by, he still only gave her oral sex. One night, they were at home relaxing. She had put her bare feet in his lap, he began giving her a foot massage. She quite enjoyed it. Those soft hands again. As it got more intense, he began kissing her feet. She never had her feet kissed before. It felt odd at first, then good. She got distracted by a phone call, and he took the opportunity to use the bathroom. When he came back, she was now sitting on the couch, feet on the floor. He kneeled at her feet, started kissing them again. That amused her. That was the second time she thought how much of a bitch he was.
Kate had been working late for a few weeks to get a project done. The man she was partnered with was very handsome. They flirted quite a bit. He seemed serious though, and never went TOO far. Plus, Michael often came by with dinner for her when she worked late.
She liked Ben so much though. Everything Michael wasn't. Tall and strong, very take charge. They were working in the conference room one evening, and he put his hand on her thigh. Surprised her, but she was glad. When he got no resistance, he kissed her.
When Michael came by that night, he couldn't find Kate. He looked around for several minutes before looking in the conference room. There he saw Kate on her knees, naked except for panties, giving a blow job to her coworker. As she went up and down on his cock, he saw Ben had quite a big cock. So much more of a man than Michael. They saw him, he turned and walked out.
"Stop!" Kate said sternly. Michael obeyed, turned to face her. Still only in her panties. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Um, I saw you, um ..."
"So? I enjoy doing that, and certainly not going to do it with your tiny thing. Set up dinner at my desk, and wait for me to finish."
She went back in the conference room. Michael was devastated, but did as he was told. Set up the food he brought for her and him, knowing she was pleasuring another man. They came out twenty minutes later. Ben sat on her chair, Kate sat on Ben's lap. They began eating, Ben eating the food Michael had brought for himself.
"You like the food baby?" Kate asked Ben.
"Oh yeah, very good."
"Good job," Kate said to Michael, kissing him. Kate and Ben laughed, as Kate had just given Ben a blow job. As they ate, Ben began putting his hand down Kate's panties, getting her horny.
"Let's do it on the table baby," Kate said to Ben. They got up to go back to the conference room.
"Michael," Kate said as they went in. "Clean up for us, then wait here. I'm gonna have you clean up the conference room when we're done in there."
The End
I hope you all like it. Please comment. I most likely will do more, maybe make it a series, I do like to write erotica. |
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I feel like Lady Gaga would be a good Domme. She is smart, talented and sexy. Who knows, maybe she is already. She may have a slave or two. She even already has the title - "Lady" Gaga.
She walks in, looks Her property up and down. "On your knees slave," She says.
"Yes Lady Gaga." |
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Watching "The Middle". I find the character Sue Heck, played by Eden Sher, fairly sexy. Bit of a geek, but maybe that's part of her appeal.
Related topic: She has sexy feet too. They were shown in a few episodes. Very nice. |
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Anybody up and wish to talk? |
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Anybody ever try the vanilla dating sites? I been thinking about it. Love the kink here, but just have not found anyone...
Just curious how good the big "legit" sites are. |
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What's going on with CS lately? Anyone else having issues saying page not found? I assume it's site issue. |
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So it is now 2015. According to the Back to the Future films, we should have flying cars this year. If we don't I will have to sue Michael J. Fox. No choice really. |
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So I think Russian Candy/Russian Cindy is in love with me she keeps admiring me. Perhaps I should marry her... |
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Well my new profile pic finally took after more then a week. Happy about that. Hated the old one. But never satisfied with pics of myself as I'm sure many are not. But at least it's a bit better. I'm a little cute - really I am! Lol! All feel free to look at my profile and all my pics period. Thank you. |
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Hello everyone! So I just tried to update my main profile pic and it ended up just adding to my gallery of pics (feel free to check it out as I like it better). Even tried to delete my main pic but it stayed! Not sure how to fix this. Any suggestions would be appreciated. Thanks! |
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So does anyone out there suffer from driving anxiety? I do fairly badly and would love to talk with people who understand this or have had it or have overcome it. |
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From the master of epic storytelling - Bruce Springsteen. A few lines from "the Promised Land" but also how I feel.
I've done my best to live the right way
I get up every morning and go to work each day
But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold
Sometimes I feel so weak I just wanna explode
Explode and tear this whole town apart
Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart
Find somebody itching for something to start
Ok so who wants to start something.... |
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I thought I would list what I want in here & what my fantasies are. I have never been dominated before but I would love to be. I would always be on my knees in the presence of my mistress. I would give her at least an hour long foot massage every day (this includes kissing her feet & sucking her toes) I would go down on her absolutely anytime she wanted. I would give her full body massages, kiss her ass, anything she wanted. I would dress as she pleases. & would only speak when spoken to or when given permission by her. If anyone is interested in this kind of slave please sent me a message. |
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I'm still very new to the site & have been sending a few messages to profiles i've looked at. I just want to say thanks to all those who have looked at my profile & responded to my messages. |
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Hi I'm new to this & looking for a mistress to serve. I'm very openminded & up for almost anything. |
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| Age: 24 |
| Dallas,
Texas |
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